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HYMNS 


FAITH   AND   HOPE. 


HORATIUS   BOXAR,  D.D. 


THIRD  SERIES. 


NEW    YORK: 
ROBERT  CARTER  AND  BROTHERS, 

530,    BliOADWAY. 

1868. 


Camlmdge : 
Stereotyped  and  Printed  by  John  Wilson  and  Son 


CONTENTS. 


PAGE 

Oeiexs ^ 

FixisH  THY  Work 10 

The  Sword H 

Jesus,  Help 14 

ViGILATE 15 

Jubilate 17 

Even  so,  Amen 20 

Thy  Kingdom  Come 22 

Zion's  Morning 24 

ZiON,  Awake! 26 

Jerusalem's  Dayspring 27 

Be  Still 31 

S^\'EET  Cup  OF  Sorrow -  32 

Light  in  Darkness 34 

Our  Battle 37 

The  Same  for  Ever 89 

Cross  and  Throne 40 

To  THE  Mark 42 

All  in  Bloom 44 

God  in  All,  and  All  in  God 46 

Thee,  only  Thee 49 

Shine  on 50 

The  War  Song  of  the  Church 51 

The  Double  Curse 53 

Upward 54 

To  my  Tempter 56 


IV  CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

The  Walk  of  Faith 57 

Good  Will  toward  Mex 59 

The  Work  that  Saves 60 

A  Hymn  of  Praise 62 

Divine  Peace 63 

The  White  Raiment 65 

There  laid  they  Jesus 67 

Heart  and  Lip 69 

Come.  UNTO  me 70 

As  Many  as  touched  Him 72 

Fellowship  with  Christ 74 

My  Pilgrimage 76 

Prayer  to  the  Spirit 78 

The  Cross • 79 

Our  Father's  House 80 

Confession  and  Peace 83 

Almost  Home 85 

Resurrection 87 

The  Shepherd's  Voice 89 

Intercession 91 

It  doth  not  yet  appear  what  we  shall  be 94 

Pressing  on 95 

Follow  Me 97 

The  Comfort  of  the  Holy  Ghost 99 

Eternal  Waterbrooks 102 

Love  not  the  World 104 

Could  ye  not  watch? 107 

Give  Glory Ill 

Light  for  Work 112 

Thankful  Remembrances 114 

Follow  Me 117 

Not  to  Self 120 

Glory  to  God 122 

Let  your  Light  Shine 124 

Fear  not,  Daughter  of  Zion 126 

Deny  Thyself 128 


CONTENTS.  V 

PAGE 

Jesus  Christ  our  Lord 130 

He  comes 133 

My  High  Priest 135 

The  Cry  of  the  Needy 136 

The  Heavenward  March 137 

The  Blood  that  Speaketh  Better  Things 138 

The  Book  of  God 140 

Bring  the  Bright  Day 143 

Communion 144 

Bear  Thou  my  Burden 146 

The  Gift  of  Peace 147 

Life's  Praise 1^0 

Post-Communion  Hymn l'''^ 

Ever  with  Thee I'^S 

Let  us  not  rend  it l'^5 

Unspeakable  Words l-^S 

JUXTA  Crucem 161 

Divine  Love 162 

Psalm  to  Christ 164 

The  Song  of  the  Lamb 166 

Praise 168 

Holy  Sleep .169 

The  Song  upon  the  Sea  of  Glass 172 

Creation's  Song 173 

The  Thorn  in  the  Flesh 175 

Love  our  Resting-Place 176 

The  Intercession 177 

True  Thinking 178 

The  Church's  Watch 181 

Prayer  for  our  Children 185 

Who  Teacheth  like  Him? 186 

Who  Touched  Me? 187 

Forget  not  all  His  Benefits 189 

The  Deliverer 192 

Morning  Hymns 195 

Alleluia,  Dulce  Carmen 198 


VI  CONTENTS. 

PAGE 

Extra  Portam 200 

The  Time  of  Flowers 205 

The  Chief  among  Ten  Thousand 206 

Psalms  I.-XXXVI 213-300 

Psalm  XLV 301 

„       XCVIII 305 

„       XCIX 307 

„       CXXI 308 

„       CXXV 309 

„       CXXVI 311 

„       CXXX 312 

„       CXXXIV. 313 

„       CXLVIII 313 

„       CXLIX 815 

„       CL 817 


HYMNS 


FAITH    AND    HOPE. 


O  R  I  E  N  S. 

Across  the  plains  of  Europe,  through  the  smoke 

Of  its  grim  cities,  bend  thy  gaze  afar 
To  Syrian  mountains,  o'er  whose  tops  first  woke 

The  youth  and  splendor  of  time's  morning-star. 

Turn  from  thy  native  west,  where  daylight  dies, 
And  look  to  the  fair  lands  where  morning  springs ; 

Morn,  with  its  fresh  and  fragrant  ministries, 
And  resurrection-symbols  on  its  wings. 

Cradle  of  life  and  birth-land  of  the  day. 
How  the  heart  turns  to  it  in  silent  hours, 

As  to  the  home  of  true  nativity. 

Truer  than  this  far  western  shore  of  ours. 


8  ORIENS. 

Six  thousand  summers,  each  a  golden  dream, 
Have  flung  their  glowing  mantles  o'er  its  hills  ; 

Myriads  of  mornings,  each  a  ruby  gleam, 
Have  flushed  in  beauty  o'er  its  lowly  rills. 

Turn  from  thy  native  north,  where  suns  are  scant. 
And  stars  are  mute,  and  skies  all  sickly-pale, 

To  purer  climes  where  stars  are  eloquent. 
Where  suns  and  skies  put  on  no  cloudy  veil. 

O  cliffs  and  vales,  palm-groves  and  olive-slopes. 
Fountains  and  tranquil  lakes,  serenely  bright, 

Where  sprung  and  blossomed  earth's  first  living  hopes, 
And  darkness  fled  before  the  rising  light ! 

Where  heaven  saluted  earth,  and  God  with  man. 
As  friend  with  friend,  walked  in  communion  dear; 

Where  peace  descended,  and  the  ancient  ban 
Was  cancelled  that  forbade  us  to  draw  near. 

Where  words  were  spoken,  and  where  deeds  were  done, 
That  changed  the  current  of  earth's  history. 

That  overthrew  old  altars,  one  by  one ; 

Where  truth  divine  shook  down  each  human  lie. 


OKIENS.  i 

That  spoke  to  weary  souls  of  rest  and  peace, ' 
Of  the  great  love  of  God,  so  sure  and  true, 

Of  the  wide  open  gate  to  heavenly  bliss, 

Of  life  through  death,  of  old  things  all  made  new. 

It  is  not  now  what  once  it  was  of  old, 
Nor  what  it  shall  be  in  the  age  divine ; 

Yet  still  it  beameth  with  a  love  untold. 

That  dear,  dear  Orient,  light's  authentic  shrine. 

O  laud  of  morning,  what  a  glory  still 

Above  thee  rests,  though  desolate  thy  ways ! 

We  look  from  far  to  each  once  sacred  hill. 

And  faith  and  hope  grow  stronger  as  we  gaze. 

How  doubly  true  seems  truth  when  seen  through  you, 

Zion,  and  Lebanon,  and  Olivet ; 
How  dear  the  Amen,  old  yet  ever  new. 

That  echoes  to  us  from  each  ancient  height. 

Blessed  the  eyes  that  once  upon  you  gazed. 
Blessed  the  feet  that  once  your  highways  trod, 

Blessed  the  ears  that  heard  the  hymns  once  raised 
In  Salem's  shrine,  upon  the  Mount  of  God. 


FINISH   THY   WORK. 

Finish  thy  work,  the  time  is  short, 

The  sun  is  in  the  west, 
The  night  is  coming  down,  till  then 

Think  not  of  rest. 


Yes,  finish  all  thy  work,  then  rest ; 

Till  then  rest  never ; 
The  rest  prepared  for  thee  by  God 

Is  rest  for  ever. 

Finish  thy  work,  then  wipe  thy  brow, 

Ungird  thee  from  thy  toil ; 
Take  breath,  —  and  from  each  weary  limb 

Shake  off  the  soil. 

Finish  thy  work,  then  sit  thee  down 

On  some  celestial  hill. 
And  of  its  strength-reviving  air 

Take  thou  thy  fill. 


THE    SWORD.  11 

Finish  thy  work,  then  go  in  peace, 

Life's  battle  fought  and  won ; 
Hear  from  the  throne  the  Master's  voice, 

"  "Well  done,  well  done." 

Finish  thy  work,  then  take  thy  harp. 

Give  praise  to  God  above ; 
Sing  a  new  song  of  thankful  joy 

And  endless  love. 

Give  thanks  to  Him  who  held  thee  up 

In  all  thy  path  below. 
Who  made  thee  faithful  to  the  death. 

And  crowns  thee  now. 


THE      SWORD. 

For  the  warfare  gird  it  on. 
Nor  until  the  fight  be  won, 
And  the  day's  sharp  work  is  done. 
Lay  it  by ! 


12  THE    SWORD. 

Sharp  its  edge  ;  oh,  use  it  well ; 
Strong  against  the  strongest  spell 
Ever  framed  in  earth  or  hell, 

It  will  prove ! 

Bright  its  blade ;  oh,  keep  it  bright, 
For  the  battle,  day  and  night ; 
Stainless  as  the  tiashinor  light. 

Let  it  shine  ! 

With  it  hew  thy  onward  way, 
Through  hell's  thickest  war-array ; 
Nothing  let  thy  soul  dismay  ; 

To  the  last ! 

Weapon  of  the  true  and  just, 
Trust  it  strongly,  warrior,  trust. 
Keep  it  free  from  earthly  rust ; 
Win  it  must ! 

Strike  for  God,  and  let  each  blow 
Tell  on  Satan's  overthrow, 
Be  the  ruin  of  a  foe  ; 

Strike  for  God ! 


THE    S'>VORD.  13 

Not  for  angels  was  it  made, 
Man  alone  can  wield  that  blade, 
Soldiers  of  the  great  crusade,  — 
Host  of  God ! 

Sword  of  God,  thy  power  we  hail ; 
He  who  has  thee  cannot  fail. 
He  who  trusts  thee  must  prevail, 
Mighty  sword ! 

Rich  in  victories  untold, 
Still  the  precious  sword  of  old. 
Steel  and  gems  and  glorious  gold, 
To  the  last ! 

Till  the  warfare  shall  be  done, 
Till  the  victory  be  won, 
Till  the  triumph  be  begun, 

Grasp  we  thee ! 


JESUS,     HELP. 

Oh,  help  me  o'er  this  river. 
Thou  who  hast  crossed  before  ; 

Oh,  help,  or  I  shall  never 
Reach  the  further  shore. 

Its  waters  swell  and  eddy; 

I  fall,  I  sink,  I'm  lost : 
Oh,  keep  my  footsteps  steady. 

Till  I  have  safely  crossed. 

Stretch  out  thy  hand  to  save  me. 
As  Thou  hast  often  done ; 

For  if  Thou  wilt  not  have  me, 
Then  I  am  wholly  gone. 

If  Thou,  dear  Lord,  wilt  have  me. 
If  Thou  wilt  help  my  need  ; 

Ah,  this  will  save,  will  save  me. 
And  I  am  saved  indeed. 


VIGILATE.  15 

A  word  from  Thee  will  do  it, 

One  word,  one  word,  no  more ; 
I  shall  be  carried  through  it 

And  landed  on  the  shore. 

Oh,  help  me  through  this  trial, 

Thou  tried  and  tempted  One ; 
I  cannot  take  denial ;  — 

Thou  must,  or  I  am  gone. 

'Tis  Thou,  —  Thou,  Saviour,  only, 

That  can  suffice  for  me. 
For  I  am  tried  and  lonely, 

I  have  no  friend  but  Thee. 


VIGILATE. 

It  travels  onward,  this  old  world  of  ours. 
Bending  beneath  the  weight  of  years  and  hours ; 
Mark  its  gray  hairs,  and  note  its  foiling  powers ! 

Vigilate  ! 


16  VIGIL  ATE. 

Its  infancy,  and  youtli,  and  prime  are  gone ; 

Leaning  upon  its  staff,  it  totters  on. 

As  one  whose  weary  course  is  nearly  done. 


Its  sinking  suns  their  lean,  long  shadows  cast, 
Its  noon-gay  mirth  and  rosy  smiles  are  past. 
Its  fair,  fresh  firmament  grows  wan  at  last. 

Vigilate  ! 

Like  leaves  from  some  unknown,  mysterious  tree 
Above  our  reach,  its  moments  silently 
Are  dropping  from  a  far  eternity. 

Vigilate  ! 

The  nations  shrink  and  tremble,  king  and  crowd ; 
God's  lightnings  leap  and  flash  from  yon  red  cloud. 
Answers  each  cliff,  and  peak,  and  vale  aloud, 

Vigilate  ! 

The  people  cower  and  flee,  like  frightened  flock, 
Earth's  stablest  kingdoms  to  their  centre  rock, 
And  the  old  crust  seems  heaving  with  tlie  shock. 

Vigilate  ! 


JUBILATE.  17 

The  gems  upon  the  brow  of  kings  grow  dim, 
Like  stars  of  morning  in  heaven's  eastern  rim, 
Fainter  and  feebler  float  up  song  and  hymn. 

Vigilate  I 

The  world's  old  voice  falls  low,  that  once  was  strong, 
And  echo  can  but  faintly  now  prolong 
The  "  Nunc  dimittis  "  of  its  dying  song. 

Vigilate  ! 


JUBILATE. 


O  quando  lucescet  tuus, 
Qui  nescit  occasum,  dies ! 
O  quando  sancta  se  dabit, 
Qui  nescit  hostem,  patria ! 

Old  Hymn. 


The  night-shades  have  begun  their  flight, 
The  mists  are  passing  into  light, 
The  morning-star  is  on  the  height ; 

Jubilate  ! 

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18  JUBILATE. 

Adown  the  dark  crag's  sea-stained  steep 
The  daylight  has  begun  to  creep, 
The  clouds  are  wakening  from  their  sleep ; 

Jubilate  I 

Round  the  still  sweep  of  listening  skies, 
The  voice  of  the  Archangel  flies, 
Bidding  the  blessed  dead  arise ; 

Jubilate ! 

Like  sparkles  from  the  glassy  sea. 

Or  gleams  of  far  eternity, 

The  signs  of  coming  joy  we  see ; 

Jubilate ! 

The  battle  has  been  fought  and  won, 
The  sad,  long  work  of  sin  undone. 
The  age  of  righteousness  begun ; 

Jubilate  ! 

The  chains  are  on  the  Tempter  now ; 
Of  God  and  man  the  broken  foe 
Lies  in  eternal  dungeon  low ; 

Jubilate ! 


JUBILATE.  19 

Silent  the  storm  of  passion  now; 
Cooled  the  hot  air  of  strife  below ; 
The  strong  before  the  feeble  bow ; 

Jubilate  ! 

See  on  yon  green  and  silent  jDlain 
The  idle  sword,  the  broken  chain ; 
And  rust,  not  blood,  is  in  their  stain ; 

Jubilate ! 

The  reign  of  peace  and  truth  has  come ; 
Christ  on  His  earth  has  found  a  home, 
And  Israel  rests,  no  more  to  roam ; 

Jubilate  ! 

Death,  the  last  enemy.  Is  slain, 
Life  in  its  joy  has  come  again. 
And  love  resumes  its  ancient  strain ; 

Jubilate  ! 


EVEN    SO,    AMEN. 

Life  is  coming,  Death  is  going, 
Quickly  past  us  time  is  flowing. 

Amen,  Amen ! 

Day  is  dawning.  Night  is  flying, 
Soon  shall  end  this  grief  and  sighing ! 
Amen,  Amen ! 

Rest  is  nearing,  Toil  is  ending, 
Homeward  now  our  path  is  bending. 
Amen,  Amen ! 

Right  is  hasting,  Wrong  is  leaving, 
Earth  ere  long  shall  cease  its  grieving, 
Amen,  Amen ! 

Love  is  coming,  Hate  is  going, 
Seeds  of  unity  are  sowing, 

Amen,  Amen ! 


EVEN    SO,    AMEN.  21 

Fear  is  passing,  Hope  is  brightening. 
Burdened  brows  and  hearts  are  lightening. 
Amen,  Amen ! 

Cells  are  bursting.  Chains  are  breaking, 
Weary  spirits  cease  their  aching, 

Amen,  Amen ! 

Tears  are  drying,  Songs  are  breaking, 
Earth's  glad  echoes  are  awaking. 

Amen,  Amen ! 

Graves  are  opening,  Dead  are  meeting. 
Heaven  and  earth  each  other  greeting. 
Amen,  Amen ! 

Hill  and  vale  put  on  their  gladness, 
Not  a  trace  remains  of  sadness. 

Amen,  Amen ! 


THY   KINGDOM   COME. 

Great  King  of  kings,  why  dost  Thou  stay, 
Why  tarriest  Thou  upon  Thy  way, 
Why  lingers  the  expected  day  ? 

Thy  kingdom  come ! 

Sin  has  prevailed  on  earth  too  long ; 
Ages  of  evil,  pain,  and  wrong, 
Have  marred  the  meditated  song  ;  — 

Thy  kingdom  come ! 

Life  in  its  fulness  is  with  Thee, 
Life  in  its  holy  liberty ;  — 
From  death  and  chains  this  world  set  free ; 
Thy  kingdom  come ! 

Unloved,  unworshipped,  slighted  now. 
When  shall  each  knee  before  Thee  bow. 
Of  things  above  and  things  below  ?  — 
Thy  kingdom  come ! 


THY    KINGDO:^!    COME. 

Earth  .-till  is  waiting  for  the  day 

When  old  things  shall  have  passed  away, 

And  all  be  clad  in  new  array,  — 

Thy  kingdom  come ! 

O'er  us  the  tempest  rages  still. 
The  hghtning  ravages  at  will, 
The  war-trump  echoes  loud  and  shrill :  — 
Thy  kingdom  come ! 

O  King  of  glory,  King  of  peace, 
Bid  all  these  storms  and  tumults  cease, 
Bring  in  thy  reign  of  righteousness ;  — 
Thy  kingdom  come ! 

Peace,  gentle  peace,  is  on  its  way. 
And  holy  love  this  earth  to  sway; 
Hasten,  O  Lord,  that  glorious  day  — 

Thy  kingdom  come ! 

Oh,  bid  Thy  blessed  gospel  go 
Forth  to  each  child  of  sm  and  woe. 
That  all  Thy  wondrous  grace  may  know ; 
Thy  kingdom  come ! 


23 


24  ziojs's  Moii:^iNG. 

Oh,  bid  it  speed  its  course  abroad, 
Tell  of  the  mighty  love  of  God, 
Tell  of  the  wrathful  iron  rod, — 

Thy  kingdom  come  ! 


ZION'S   MORNING. 


Thy  night  is  at  an  end. 
Thy  dawn  has  come, 
Thy  sun  at  last  has  risen. 
Above  thee  once  again 
The  glory  rests ;  — 
Arise  and  shine ! 

Ages  of  troubled  sleep. 
Long  years  of  feverish  dreams, 
Have  been  thy  lot,  since  first. 
From  the  deep  blood-filled  cup. 
In  madness  thou  did  drain 
Wine  of  astonishment ; 
And  the  dark  sleep  began  ! 


zion's  morning.  25 

The  Romau  battle-axe 

Has  thundered  at  thy  gates  ; 

The  Roman  torch  laid  low 

Thy  marble  shrine ; 

The  Roman  plough  thy  sides 

Has  furrowed  o'er  and  o'er ;  — 

Yet  thou  hast  slept ! 

The  tramp  of  Moslem  feet, 
Clang  of  crusading  steel, 
The  sound  of  endless  war, 
Voices  of  foe  and  friend, 
The  wailing  of  thy  sons, 
Have  all  been  vain ; 
Thou  hast  not  waked ! 

At  length,  awake,  arise ! 
Put  on  thy  glorious  strength. 
In  beauty  deck  thyself ; 
Go  forth  to  meet  thy  King, 
Who  comes  in  love  and  might, 
In  majesty  and  joy ; 
Thine  own  anointed  King ! 


ZION,    AWAKE! 

Break  forth  in  song,  long-silent  earth ; 

Take  up  the  unforgotten  strain ; 
Spread  over  vale  and  hill  the  mirth 

That  tells  of  time  begun  again. 

Awake,  Jerusalem,  rejoice ! 

Thy  night  is  glimmering  into  noon. 
Zion,  arise  !  lift  up  thy  voice  ; 

Thy  sorrows  shall  be  ended  soon. 

Sounds  the  deep  vesper  bell  of  time. 

Through  earth's  last  tempest  slowly  borne, 

For  thee  it  is  the  matin-cliime, 

And  to  thy  sons  the  note  of  morn. 

Arise,  put  on  thy  robe  of  white ; 

Deck  thee  with  beauty ;  let  each  gem 
S}mrkle  its  fairest  to  the  light ; 

Put  on  thy  crown,  .Jerusalem. 


27 


Thy  widowhood  is  over  now ; 

Strip  off  thy  weeds ;  in  bridal  gold 
And  orient  pearls  thy  glory  show, 

More  regal  than  in  days  of  old. 

Upon  thee  now  the  Bridegroom  pours 
The  fulness  of  an  unquenched  love ; 

He  leads  thee  where  the  endless  stores 
Of  His  own  gladness  thou  shalt  prove. 

He  comes,  with  His  own  hand  to  press 
Each  wrinkle  from  thy  careworn  brow ; 

'Tis  joy,  and  song,  and  mirth,  and  bliss. 
All  Hallel  and  Hosanna  now. 


JERUSALEM'S   DAYSPRING. 

Thy  light  is  come ! 

Zion,  arise  and  shine. 

On  thee  has  risen  at  length 
The  glory  of  the  Loi-d, 
The  glory  of  tliy  God. 


28  Jerusalem's  datspring. 

Lo,  darkness  covers  earth. 

With  universal  veil. 

Thick  darkness  overspreads 
The  nations  near  and  far, 
Darkness  that  may  be  felt. 

On  thee,  thy  glorious  sun, 
Jehovah,  shall  arise  ;  * 

O'er  thee,  when  all  is  night, 
His  glory  shall  be  seen. 
Bright  herald  of  the  dawn. 

To  thee  the  nations  crowd. 
And  in  thy  light  they  walk ; 
Zion,  to  thee  they  look, 
Kings  to  thy  brightness  come, 
Great  dayspring  of  the  world. 

No  more  shall  violence 
Be  heard  within  thy  walls  ; 
The  spoiler  is  no  more; 
Thy  walls  salvation  thou 
Shalt  call,  and  thy  gates  praise. 


Jerusalem's  daysi'king.  29 

No  more  thy  skies  shall  need 

The  sijlendor  of  this  sun ; 
Thy  noon  is  ever  fair ; 
No  more  thy  happy  night 
Shall  need  this  earthly  moon. 

Jehovah  is  thy  light, 
Thy  everlasting  sun ; 

Thy  God  thy  glory  is  ; 

Thy  days  of  mourning  now 

Are  at  an  end  for  aye. 

Awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 
Zion,  awake,  arise ! 

Put  on  thy  raiment  fair. 

Holy  Jerusalem, 

The  city  of  the  King. 

No  more,  no  more  the  foe 

Shall  pass  within  thy  gates. 
Never  again  the  unclean 
Shall  tread  thy  blessed  streets  ; 
Zion,  thy  King  is  come ! 


30  Jerusalem's  dayspring. 

The  wilderness  shall  bloom, 
The  desolate  place  be  glad, 
The  desert  shall  rejoice, 
And  blossom  as  the  rose  ; 
For  all  is  gladness  then. 

To  Zion,  then,  with  songs, 
The  ransomed  of  the  Lord 

Returns,  and  endless  joy ; 
Sorrow  and  sighing  then 
Have  fled  away  for  ever. 

Now  with  Jerusalem 

Rejoice  ye  and  be  glad, 

All  ye  that  love  her  peace, 

Rejoice  for  joy  with  her. 

Ye  who  for  her  have  mourned. 

Behold,  now  I  create 
New  heavens,  new  earth  ; 
Rejoice,  for  I  create 
Jerusalem  a  joy, 
A  joy  for  evermore. 


BE     STILL. 

Be  still,  my  soul,  be  still ! 

Unquiet  is  the  world  without, 

All  strife,  and  fickleness,  and  doubt ;  — 

Seek  thou  the  steadfast  will ! 

One  home,  one  haven,  alone 

There  is  ;  one  sacred  resting  place, 
The  everlasting  truth  and  grace 

Of  the  unchanging  One. 

Here  is  the  blessed  balm, 

Each  pain  to  soothe,  each  wound  to  heal, 

And  to  the  ruffled  spirit  seal 
The  everlasting  calm. 

To  the  one  stormless  clime. 

My  waysore  feet  still  hourly  bend 
This  brief  unrest  of  earth  to  end, 

This  fever-dream  of  time  ! 


32  SWEET    CUP    OF    SORROW. 

Give  rest,  mj  God,  within, 

'Mid  strifes  and  dark  uncertainties, 
The  tumults  and  the  vanities, 

The  passion  and  the  sin. 

Speak  Thou,  and  winds  shall  cease ; 

The  life-long  storm  is  o'er, 

I  rest  upon  the  shore, 
Where  breathes  the  balm  of  peace ! 


SWEET   CUP   OF   SORROW. 

Sweet  cup  of  sorrow, 

I  would  drink  thee  ! 
Cup  of  unearthly  wine. 
As  thy  lip  touches  mine, 

I  would  bethink  me,  — 
"  Christ  my  joy  and  hope. 
Once  drained  a  bitterer  cup, 
Let  me  then  drink  thee  up !  " 


SWEET    CUP    OF    SORROW.  33 

Dear  cup  of  sorrow, 

I  would  own  thee ! 
And  speak  thy  praises  time, 
As  only  those  can  do 

Who  have  known  thee. 
Sweet  and  bitter  joined 
Medicine  of  soul  and  mind, 
Health  in  thee  let  me  find ! 

Though  thou  art  bitter. 

Love  is  in  thee ; 
Pledge  of  the  brighter  wine, 
Let  my  pale  lips  touch  thine; 

For  within  thee 
Are  the  blessings  seven ; 
O  cup,  O  wine  of  heaven. 
At  the  high  banquet  given ! 


LIGHT  IN  DARKNESS. 

Ah,  Lord,  the  world  is  dark ! 

But  Thou  art  only,  only  light. 
Its  sun  is  but  a  dying  spark ; 

But  Thou  art  ever,  ever  bright. 
Earth  has  no  wisdom,  Lord ! 

But  Thou  art  only,  only  wise ; 
No  bread  its  hungry  fields  afford, 

No  rain  its  iron  skies ! 

A  child  of  light  am  I ; 

My  way  I  cannot,  cannot  miss ; 
And  yet  the  goal  I  scarce  descry, 

In  blinding  darkness  such  as  this. 
Upon  the  narrow  road, 

Deep  mist  is  settling  darkly  down ; 
And  now  the  narrow  and  the  broad 

Seem  mingled  into  one  ! 


LIGHT    IN    DARKNESS.  35 

Light  for  these  days  of  gloom ! 

Truth-beams  to  liberate  and  cheer ; 
Light  for  Thy  Church  to  guide  her  home, 

Light  for  each  pilgrim-footstej)  here. 
Let  in  the  living  blaze, 

Till  the  deep  midnight  shines  as  day ; 
Sweep  off  the  soul-bewildering  haze 

That  hides  the  healing  ray. 

Build  up  the  broken  faith ; 

Lest  hell,  all  hell,  begin  to  mock. 
The  treasures  of  Thy  life  and  death, 

O  dying,  living  One,  unlock ! 
Raise  up  the  ruined  truth, 

Afar  let  each  fair  falsehood  flee ; 
Restore  Thy  Church's  glorious  youth, 

Her  primal  purity. 

Bring  back  Thy  straying  sheep, 

Who  in  this  evil,  cloudy  day 
Have  failed  the  path  of  truth  to  keep. 

Loving  dark  error's  spell-strewn  way. 
Cleanse  out  the  temple,  Lord  ! 

Scourge  out,  0  Christ !  the  hireling  train ; 
And  scatter  far  the  robber-horde 

That  crowd  Thy  courts  for  gain. 


36  LIGHT    IN    DARKNESS. 

Thy  Church  from  Satan  guard ; 

Thrust  out  the  error  and  the  lie, 
Self  and  the  flesh  destroy,  O  Lord, 

The  pride,  the  pomp,  the  vanity. 
Give  zeal  and  holiness,  — 

The  calm,  brave  energy  of  love ; 
Shed  down  the  freshening  dew  of  peace, 

The  life-shower  from  above. 

Bid  the  long  ages  flee. 

Of  doubt,  uncertainty,  and  strife ; 
Give  back  the  ancient  unity. 

The  love,  the  beauty,  and  the  life. 
Reign  of  the  great  and  just ! 

Age  of  the  good,  the  great,  and  true ! 
Through  these  thick  clouds  of  smoke  and  dust, 

We  calmly  wait  for  you. 


OUR     BATTLE. 

Intrabimus,  post  omnia 
Devicta  mnndi  prselia, 
Camis  soluti  vinculis, 
Vitae  perennis  Sabbatum. 

Old  Hymn. 

How  goes  the  fight  with  thee  ? 

The  life-long  battle  with  all  evil  things  ? 
Thine  no  low  strife,  and  thine  no  selfish  aim ; 

It  is  the  war  of  giants  and  of  kings. 

Goes  the  fight  well  with  thee  ? 

This  living  fight  with  death  and  death's  dark  power  ? 
Is  not  the  stronger  than  the  strong  one  near ; 

With  thee  and  for  thee  in  the  fiercest  hour  ? 

Does  it  grow  slacker  now  ? 

Then  tremble ;  for,  be  sure,  thy  hellish  foe 
Slacks  not ;  'tis  thou  that  slackest  in  the  fight ; 

Fainter  and  feebler  falls  each  weary  blow. 


38  OUR    BATTLE. 

Dread  not  the  din  and  smoke, 

The  stifling  poison  of  the  fiery  air  ; 
Courage  !     It  is  the  battle  of  thy  God ; 

Go,  and  for  Him  learn  how  to  do  and  dare ! 

What  though  ten  thousand  fall ! 

And  the  red  field  with  the  dear  dead  be  strewn ; 
Grasp  but  more  bravely  thy  bright  shield  and  sword : 

Fight  to  the  last,  although  thou  fight'st  alone. 

Wliat  though  ten  thousand  faint, 

Desert,  or  yield,  or  in  weak  terror  flee ! 

Heed  not  the  panic  of  the  multitude ; 

Thine  be  the  Captain's  watchword,  —  Victory  ! 

Look  to  thine  armor  well ! 

Thine  the  one  panoply  no  blow  that  fears  ; 
Ours  is  the  day  of  rusted  swords  and  shields, 

Of  loosened  helmets  and  of  broken  spears. 

Heed  not  the  throng  of  foes  ! 

To  figlit  'gainst  hosts  is  still  the  Church's  lot. 
Side  thou  with  God,  and  thou  must  win  the  day ; 

Woe  to  the  man  'gainst  whom  hell  fighteth  not ! 


THE    SAME    FOR    EVER.  39 

Say  not  the  fight  Is  long ;  — 

'Tis  but  one  battle  and  the  fight  is  o'er ; 
No  second  warfare  mars  thy  victory, 

And  the  one  triumph  is  for  evermore ! 


THE    SAME   FOR   EVER. 

The  cross  stands  firm ;  no  blast  of  time, 
No  hurricane  -^f  earth's  rude  clime. 

Can  shake  its  heavenly  steadfastness, 
Or  lessen  its  high  power  to  bless. 
I  look  and  live  ! 

The  tidings  from  that  tree  of  love 
Are  still  God's  message  from  above. 

Telling,  each  hour,  of  cleansing  blood, 
And  pointing  to  the  upward  road. 
I  hear  and  live ! 

Still  does  the  Christ  His  grace  reveal. 

His  well  of  living  joy  unseal ; 

Still  telling  of  His  love  and  light. 
His  meekness,  majesty,  and  might. 
I  come  and  live  ! 


4b  CROSS    AND    THRONE. 

Still  waves  life's  tree  its  glorious  wealth, 
Laden  with  everlasting  health ; 

With  fruit  and  leaf  divinely  fair, 
And  immortality  still  there. 
I  eat  and  live ! 

Still  from  the  rock  the  waters  burst 
To  quench  the  weary  spirit's  thirst ; 

Who  drinketh  once  will  drink  again. 
Who  diinketh  shall  not  drink  in  vain. 
I  di'ink  and  live ! 


CROSS  AND  THRONE. 

The  Cross  it  standeth  fast,  — 

Hallelujah ! 
The  winds  of  hell  have  blown, 
Yet  'tis  not  overthrown  ; 
Hallelujah ! 
It  shall  stand  for  ever. 


CROSS    AND    THRONE.  41 

It  is  the  old  Cross  still,  — 

Hallelujah! 
On  which  the  living  One 
Did  for  man's  sin  atone ; 

HaUelujah ! 
It  shall  stand  for  ever. 

Old  Cross,  on  thee  I  lean,  — 

Hallelujah ! 
Old,  and  yet  ever  new, 
I  glory  still  in  you ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Thou  shalt  stand  for  ever. 

Beneath  thy  shade  I  sit,  — 
Hallelujah ! 
O  tree  of  health  divine, 
My  refuge,  even  mine  ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Thou  shalt  stand  for  ever. 

The  blood  is  on  thee  yet,  — 

Hallelujah ! 
The  blood  that  maketh  clean 
The  soul  from  stain  and  sin ; 

Hallelujah ! 
Thou  shalt  stand  for  ever. 


42  TO    THE    MAKK. 

And  yet  beyond  thee  still,  — 

Hallelujah ! 
I  look  and  see  a  Throne,   "' 
Christ's  throne  and  mine  in  one ; 
Hallelujah! 
Throne  and  Cross  for  ever. 


TO   THE   IVIARK. 

'Tis  a  sharp  rugged  hill,  that  seems  to  mock 

The  climber's  strength  and  skill,  where  rock  on  rock 

Shoots  sternly  upward  to  the  bending  skies ; 

Yet  right  in  front  of  thee  its  steeps  arise,  — 
And  thou  must  climb  ! 

Up,  then,  and  linger  not,  thou  saint  of  God, 
Fling  from  thy  shoulders  each  impeding  load ; 

Be  brave  and  wise,  shake  off  earth's  soil  and  sin, 
That  with  the  Bridegroom  thou  mayest  enter  in. 
Oh,  watch  and  pray  ! 

Soon  shall  the  voice  be  heard.  "  Behold,  I  come," 
That  calls  thee  upward  to  thy  glorious  home. 


TO    THE    MARK.  43 

That  bids  thee  leave  these  vales,  and  take  swift 

wing, 
To  meet  the  hosts  of  thy  descending  King ;  — 
And  thou  must  rise ! 

'Tis  a  thick  throng  of  foes,  afar  and  near ; 

All  hell  in  front,  a  hating  world  in  rear ; 

Yet  flee  thou  canst  not,  victory  must  be  won, 
Ere  fall  the  shadows  of  Time's  setting  sun ;  — 
And  thou  must  fight ! 

Gird  on  thine  armor ;  face  each  weaponed  foe ; 

Deal,  with  the  sword  of  heaven,  the  deadly  blow ; 
Forward,  still  forward,  in  the  fight  divine. 
Slack  not  the  warfare  till  the  field  be  thine. 
Win  thou  the  crown  ! 

'Tis  a  fair  crown  which  never  can  grow  old ;   , 
A  crown  of  heaven's  own  everlasting  gold ; 
Wages  of  service  rendered  here  below, 
Reward  of  battle  for  the  conqueror's  brow. 
Win  thou  the  crown ! 


ALL  IN  BLOOM. 

'TwAS  spring,  six  thousand  years  ago ; 

The  frost-wind  had  not  come, 

Nor  winter  with  its  cloudy  gloom, 

And  silent  shroud-like  snow  ; 

Nor  summer  with  its  fever-glow. 

Young  life,  first  life,  was  budding  everywhere, 

And  health  breathed  through  the  sweet  immaculate  air. 

Earth,  with  its  virgin  soil 

Unscourged  by  human  avarice  and  toil. 

Untainted  by  the  rankness  of  a  tomb, 

Was  all  in  bloom. 

But  spring,  time's  spotless  spring. 

Like  peace  and  hope,  took  wing. 

Went  upward  with  its  fair  array. 

Leaving  a  faded  mantle  to  this  earth 

Instead  of  the  gay  raiment  of  its  birth. 

It  was  and  is  not !     Since  the  gladsome  day 


ALL    IN   BLOOM.  45 

When  it  alighted  from  above 

On  vale,  and  field,  and  grove, 

Earth  has  not  known  its  love. 

Dear  spring  of  ours,  which,  with  the  year, 

Comes  up  in  April  joy  and  cheer, 

Child  of  the  past,  preserving  still 

Some  features  of  an  ancient  sire, 

Which  time,  and  change,  and  ill. 

Which  winter's  frost  and  summer's  fire, 

Have  not  been  able  to  destroy ; 

Faint  echo  of  a  long-lost  song, 

Faint  relic  of  an  earlier  joy ;  — 

With  all  thy  light  and  smiles, 

Thy  soft  and  sunny  wiles. 

What  art  thou  to  that  spring. 

Earth's  first  and  freshest,  when  the  magic  light 

Of  this  world's  birthday  threw  its  glances  bright 

Over  creation's  splendor,  —  that  old  spring. 

With  balm  and  beauty  on  the  wing, 

And  earth  all  fresh  and  blossoming  ? 

But  spring,  earth's  primal  season,  reappears ; 

These  long  six  thousand  years 

Of  storm  are  ending,  and  the  doom 


46  GOD    IN   ALL,    AND    ALL    IN    GOD. 

Of  this  creation  is  not  sealed ; 

The  curse  shall  be  repealed ; 

The  day  of  glory  stands  revealed ; 

Departs  the  gloom, 

Descends  the  life  of  a  more  vernal  clime, 

Beyond  the  blights  of  time ; 

A  thousand  vales  rejoice, 

A  thousand  hills  lift  up  the  voice ; 

Old  ocean  smiles  again 

In  golden  glory  clad. 

And  sings  a  happier  strain,  — 

The  key-note  of  the  holy  reign. 

The  tranquil  sky  is  glad  ; 

And  earth  once  more, 

From  shore  to  happy  shore, 

Is  all  in  bloom. 


GOD  IN  ALL,  AND  ALL  IN   GOD. 

Thee  in  the  loving  bloom  of  morn, 
Thee  in  the  purple  eve  we  see : 

All  things  in  heaven  and  earth,  0  Lord, 
Live  and  move  in  Thee  ! 


GOD    IN   ALL,    AND    ALL    IN    GOD.  47 

Thee  in  the  spring's  fresh  joy  and  life ; 

Thee  in  the  May-dew's  timid  glow ; 
Thee  in  the  autumn's  mellow  blush ; 

Thee  in  winter's  snow  ! 

Life  is  not  life  without  Thee,  Lord ; 

Thou  fiU'st  creation's  wondrous  whole ; 
Light  is  not  light  without  Thy  love 

Blank  this  boundless  soul ! 

Thee,  Lord,  without,  this  seeing  eye 

Looks  on  a  mist,  a  void,  a  blot ; 
Thee,  Lord,  without,  this  hearing  ear 

Hears,  yet  heareth  not ! 

No,  not  the  beauty  of  the  earth. 

Not  the  wide  splendor  of  the  sea ; 
No,  not  the  glory  of  the  heavens,  — 

Save  as  seen  in  Thee ! 

No,  not  the  fragrance  of  the  woods. 

Nor  the  deep  music  of  the  breeze, 
Not  all  the  hues  of  field  and  flower,  — 

But  Thyself  in  these  ! 


48  GOD    IN   ALL,    AND    ALL    LN    GOD. 

No,  not  tlie  valley  Dor  the  hill. 

The  lake,  the  stream,  the  waterfall ; 

No,  not  the  girdling  zone  of  blue,  — 
But  Thyself  in  all*! 

No,  not  the  flash  of  diamond. 
The  glow  of  pale  or  rosy  gem ; 

Not  the  fair  marble's  polished  front,  — 
But  Thyself  in  them ! 

Without  Thee  day  is  darkest  night, 
"With  Thee  the  deepest  night  is  day ; 

Earth's  only  sun,  0  Lord,  art  Thou,  — 
Shine  our  night  away. 

Being  of  beings,  Lord  and  God, 

Thee  in  all  things  these  eyes  would  see ; 

And  all  things  round,  beneath,  above, 
Lord  in  Thee,  in  Thee ! 

Most  blessed  Lord,  great  God  of  all, 
My  dawn,  my  noon,  my  day,  my  eve. 

My  light,  my  glory,  and  my  joy, 
Lord,  in  whom  I  live ! 


THEE,    ONLY    THEE.  49 

Give  to  me  every  day  and  hour, 
Some  newer,  holier,  happier  ray, 

The  earnest  to  my  longing  heart, 
Lord,  of  Thy  true  day ! 


THEE,   ONLY  THEE. 

He  speaks !     The  gracious  words  I  hear ; 

Gently  He  bids  me  now  di'aw  near ; 

He  calls  me,  and  I  know  His  tone, 
'Tis  love  that  speaks,  and  love  alone. 
I  would  not  wait,  but  come ! 

No  more  earth's  syren  song  has  charms 

To  lure  me  to  the  syren's  arms ; 

Saviour,  Thou  callest,  and  I  come, 
Th]^  cross  my  guide,  my  star,  my  home. 
I  rise  and  follow  Thee. 

Thou  art  my  all,  above,  below  ; 
Let  every  earthly  idol  go ; 

My  God  and  Lord,  to  Thee  I  come. 
My  treasure  and  my  song ;  for,  whom 
Have  I  in  heaven  but  Thee  ? 
4 


50  SHINE    ON. 

Oh,  speak  again,  oh,  speak  each  hour. 
Speak  in  Almighty  love  and  power ; 

Speak  to  this  faithless,  trustless  heart. 
Bid  doubt  and  unbelief  depart. 

And  let  me  cleave  to  Thee ! 


SHINE      ON. 

Shine  on,  sweet  sun,  and  let  my  day 
Grow  brighter,  as  the  gentle  hours, 

Moving  in  silent  love,  draw  up 

The  incense  of  the  noon-day  flowers. 

I  need  not  fear  the  awful  night 

That  prophet-pens  foretell  as  near ; 

For  me  there  is  no  cloud  nor  nigllt. 
My  firmament  is  fair  and  clear. 

It  may  be  that  the  wrath  may  burst, 
And  nations  drink  the  cup  of  ill ; 

I  need  not  tremble  at  the  storm, 
My  summer  shall  be  summer  still. 


THE    WAR    SONG    OF    THE    CHURCH.  51 

Like  the  fair  stars  my  peace  shall  be ; 

My  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God. 
My  anchor  is  within  the  veil, 

And  there  my  soul  hath  her  abode. 

The  dark  to  me  is  only  bright ; 

Calm,  as  the  sea  of  glass,  time's  flood ; 
All  grief  is  joy,  and  pain  is  ease, 

And  evil  shall  be  only  good. 


THE   WAR  SONG  OF  THE   CHURCH. 

Sounds  the  tinimpet  from  afar  ! 
Soldiers  of  the  holy  war, 
Rise  ;  for  you  your  Captain  waits  ; 
Rise,  the  foe  is  at  the  gates. 

Arm  !  the  conflict  has  begun ; 
Fight !  the  battle  must  be  won  ; 
Lift  the  banner  to  the  sky. 
Wave  its  blazing  folds  on  high. 


52  THE    WAR    SONG    OF    THE    CHURCH. 

Banner  of  the  blessed  tree,  — 
Round  its  glory  gather  ye ! 
Warriors  of  the  crown  and  cross, 
What  is  earthly  gain  or  loss  ? 

Life  with  death,  and  death  with  life 
Closes  now  in  deadly  strife  ; 
Help  us  with  Thy  shield  and  sword, 
King  and  Captain,  mighty  Lord  ! 

King  of  glory,  Thee  alone  ; 
King  of  kings,  Thy  name  we  own ! 
With  Thy  banner  overhead 
Not  ten  thousand  foes  we  dread. 

Spare  not  toil,  nor  blood,  nor  pain. 
Not  a  stroke  descends  in  vain ; 
Wounded,  still  no  foot  we  yield 
On  this  ancient  battle-field. 

More  than  conquerors  even  now, 
With  the  war-sweat  on  our  brow, 
Onward  o'er  the  well-marked  road, 
March  we  as  the  host  of  God. 


THE    DOUBLE    CURSE. 

Royal  is  the  sword  we  wield, 
Royal  is  our  battle-field, 
Royal  is  our  victory. 
Royal  shall  our  triumph  be. 


53 


THE   DOUBLE    CURSE. 

"  Cursed  is  the  ground  for  thy  sake."  —  Gen.  iii.  17. 

"  When  thou  tillest  the  ground,  it  shall  not  yield  unto  thee 

her  strength."  —  Gen.  iv.  12. 

I. 

Two  curses ;  one  of  Adam,  one  of  Cain. 

Two  curses,  one  of  barrenness,  and  one 
Of  fruitfulness  in  evil ;  double  stain : 

Earth  blighted  ere  its  morning  hours  have  run. 

How  swiftly  is  the  work  of  havoc  done ! 
Dire  poison  rushing  through  each  noble  vein. 
Two  drops  suffice,  two  drops  of  deadly  rain ; 

The  soil  is  stricken  and  the  plague  begun. 
Who  shall  repeal  man's  doom  of  toil  and  pain? 
When  shall  the  sickly  earth iake  on  its  health  again? 


54  UPWARD. 


II. 

The  Healer  comes ;  and  life  is  in  His  hand. 

The  blessing  comes,  the  curse  has  fled  away. 
Be  glad,  ye  heavens ;  rejoice,  O  sea  and  land ; 

Fled  has  your  night,  and  dawned  your  promised  day 

Your  sun  now  beams  with  milder,  happier  ray ; 
Creation  brightens  ;  its  gray  mountains  stand 

Clad  with  fresh  verdure ;  all  its  fields  are  gay. 
The  poison  quits  its  blood ;  wrath's  iron  hand 

Lets  go  the  pressure  of  the  fatal  band ; 
The  soil  is  free ;  the  curse  has  ceased  to  slay ; 
And  the  new  earth  puts  on  her  glorious  array. 


UPWARD. 

Upward  where  the  stars  are  burning, 
Silent,  silent,  in  their  turning 

Round  the  never-changing  pole ; 
Upward  where  the  sky  is  brightest. 
Upward  where  the  blue  is  lightest, 

Lift  I  now  my  longing  soul. 


UPWARD.  55 

Far  above  that  arch  of  gladness, 
Far  beyond  these  clouds  of  sadness, 

Are  the  many  mansions  fair. 
Far  from  jiain  and  sin  and  folly, 
In  that  palace  of  the  holy,  — 

I  would  find  my  mansion  there ! 

Where  the  glory  brightly  dwelleth, 
Where  the  new  song  sweetly  swelleth, 

And  the  discord  never  comes ; 
Where  life's  stream  is  ever  laving, 
And  the  palm  is  ever  waving ;  — 

That  must  be  the  home  of  homes. 

Where  the  Lamb  on  high  is  seated, 
By  ten  thousand  voices  greeted, 

Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 
Son  of  man,  they  crown,  they  crown  Him, 
Son  of  God,  they  own,  they  own  Him ; 

With  his  name  the  palace  city  rings. 

Blessing,  honor,  without  measure, 
Heavenly  riches,  earthly  treasure, 
Lay  we  at  his  blessed  feet ; 


56  TO    MY    TEMPTER. 

Poor  the  praise  that  now  we  render, 
Loud  shall  be  our  voices  yonder, 

When  before  his  throne  we  meet. 


TO   MY   TEMPTER. 

Fair  sin,  tempt  me  not ; 

Tempt  me  not,  fair  sin  ! 
Thy  loveliness  is  false, 
False  is  thy  loveliness ;  — 

Tempter,  away! 

Sweet  sin,  kiss  me  not ; 

Kiss  me  not,  sweet  sin ! 

Thy  kiss  is  fire  and  woe, 
Fire  and  woe  thy  kiss  ;  — 

Kisser,  begone ! 

Bright  sin,  love  me  not ; 

Love  me  not,  bright  sin  ! 
Dark  to  me  is  thy  love, 
Thy  love  dark  to  me  !  — 

Lover,  farewell ! 


THE    WALK    OF    FAITH.  57 

Eloquent  sin,  hush ; 
Hush,  eloquent  sin ; 

Thy  eloquence  is  vain, 

Vain  thy  eloquence  ;  — 
Sophist,  begone ! 


THE   WALK  OF   FAITH. 

Light  hath  arisen,  we  walk  in  its  brightness ; 

Joy  hath  descended,  its  fulness  has  come. 
Peace  hath  been  spoken,  we  hear  it,  we  take  it ; 

Angels  are  singing,  and  shall  we  be  dumb  ? 

Calm  'mid  the  tempest  around  us  that  rages, 
']Mid  the  lone  weariness  ever  at  rest ; 

Silent  amid  the  rude  uproar  of  voices, 
Sometimes  disquieted,  never  opprest. 

Happy  in  Him  who  hath  loved  us  and  bought  us. 
Rich  in  the  life  which  he  gives  to  his  own, 

Filled  with  the  peace  passing  all  understanding, 
Never  less  lonely  than  just  when  alone. 


58  THE    TTALK    OF   FAITH. 

Bright  'mid  tlie  thickest  of  earth's  rolling  shadows, 
Light  of  the  glory  still  playing  around ; 

Sunshine  at  midnight,  fair  noon  in  the  twilight, 

When  the  damp  mist-gloom  lies  dull  on  the  ground. 

Safe  in  His  strength,  in  His  love  ever  happy. 
What  are  the  tremblings  and  tossings  of  time  ? 

Firm  in  His  grasp,  to  His  arm  ever  clinging, 
Upward,  still  upward,  we  buoyantly  climb. 

High  on  the  rock,  in  our  fortress  sure  sheltered, 
Wave,  wind,  and  foeman  assail  us  in  vain. 

Buckler  and  shield  is  he,  what  can  alarm  us ; 

What  though  the  fiery  darts  shower  like  the  rain  ? 

Lead  on,  our  Captain,  we  follow,  we  follow, 
Life  is  no  slumber,  our  battle  no  dream ; 

Lift  up  Thy  banner,  we  rally,  we  rally, 

Wave  high  Thy  sword,  we  press  on  in  its  gleam. 

Jesus,  to  Thee  we  look,  Saviour  Almighty ; 

Jesus,  on  Thee  we  rest,  happy  and  free ; 
Jesus,  on  Thee  we  feed,  bread  of  the  hungry ; 

Jesus  our  all,  lo  we  lean  upon  Thee ! 


GOOD    WILL    TOWARD    MEN.  59 

WLat  are  the  shadows  around  us  still  floating, 
Sunshine  is  glowing  all  brightly  above, 

Heed  not  the  height  of  the  cliffs  we  are  climbing, 
From  them  we  gaze  on  the  land  that  we  love. 


GOOD  WILL  TOWARD  MEN. 

Foeno  jacere  pertulit, 
Prassepe  non  abhorruit, 
Parv-oque  lacte  pastus  est, 
Per  quern  nee  ales  esurit. 

Old  Hymn. 

Lo  God,  our  God,  has  come ! 

To  us  a  Child  is  born, 
To  us  a  Son  is  given ; 

Bless,  bless  the  blessed  morn, 
O  happy,  lowly,  lofty  birth, 
Now  God,  our  God,  has  come  to  earth. 

Rejoice,  our  God  has  come ! 

Li  love  and  lowliness. 
■  The  Son  of  God  has  come, 
The  sons  of  men  to  bless. 
God  with  us  now  descends  to  dwell, 
God  in  our  flesh,  Immanuel. 


60  THE    WORK    THAT    SAVES. 

Praise  ye  the  Word  made  flesh ! 

True  God,  true  man  is  he. 
Praise  ye  the  Christ  of  God ! 
To  Him  all  glory  be. 
Praise  ye  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Praise  ye  the  King  that  comes  to  reign. 


THE   WORK  THAT   SAVES. 

Done  is  the  work  that  saves  ! 

Once  and  for  ever  done. 
Finished  the  righteousness 

That  clothes  the  unrighteous  one. 
The  love  that  blesses  us  below 
Is  flowing  freely  to  us  now. 

The  sacrifice  is  o'er, 

The  veil  is  rent  in  twain, 
The  mercy-seat  is  red 

With  blood  of  victim  slain  ; 
Why  stand  we  then  without,  in  fear? 
The  blood  divine  invites  us  near. 


THE    WORK    THAT    SAVES.  61 

The  gate  is  open  wide, 

The  new  and  living  way 
Is  clear  and  free  and  bright, 
With  love  and  peace  and  day ; 
Into  the  holiest  now  we  come, 
Our  present  and  our  endless  home. 

Upon  the  mercy-seat 

The  High  Priest  sits  within ; 
The  blood  is  in  his  hand 

Which  makes  and  keeps  us  clean. 
With  boldness  let  us  now  draw  near, 
That  blood  has  banished  every  fear. 

Then  to  the  Lamb  once  slain 

Be  glory,  praise,  and  power, 
Who  died  and  lives  again, 
Who  liveth  evermore ; 
Who  loved  and  washed  us  in  his  blood. 
Who  made  us  kings  and  priests  to  God. 


A   HYIVIN  OF   PRAISE. 

To  Him  who  formed  the  heaven  of  heavens, 

Wliere  His  glory  dwelleth, 
Who  lighted  up  each  star  of  even, 

Which  that  glory  telleth  ; 
Who  stretched  that  arch  of  bkie  above, 

That  plain  of  blue  below ; 
Who  built  the  everlasting  hills, 

And  bid  the  rivers  flow  ; 
To  Him  who  made  us  what  we  are, 

And  loved  us  all  so  well, 
Whose  thoughts  are  thoughts  of  boundless  grace. 

Beyond  what  lip  can  tell,  — 

To  Him,  to  Him  be  praise. 
Now  and  through  endless  days ! 

To  Him  in  whom  we  live  and  move. 

In  whom  we  have  our  being ; 
To  Him  whose  glory  passeth  far 

All  hearing  and  all  seeing. 


DIVINE   PEACE.  63 

Who  speaketh,  and  lo,  it  is  done,  — 

Commands,  and  all  stand  fast ; 
Who  is  the  everlasting  God, 

Who  is  the  first  and  last. 
To  Him  who  hath  prepared  for  us 

A  home  and  mansion  bright, 
The  kingdom  never  to  be  moved. 

The  heritage  of  light,  — 

To  Him  be  glory  given, 
By  all  in  earth  and  heaven ! 


DIVINE   PEACE. 

Peace  upon  peace,  like  wave  on  wave. 

This  the  portion  that  I  crave ; 

The  peace  of  God  which  passeth  thought, 
The  peace  of  Christ  which  changeth  not. 

Peace  like  the  river's  gentle  flow, 
Peace  like  the  morning's  silent  glow, 

From  day  to  day,  in  love  supplied. 

An  endless  and  unebbing  tide. 


64  DIVINE    PEACE. 

Peace  flowing  on,  without  decrease, 
From  Him  who  is  our  joy  and  peace, 
Who,  by  His  reconciling  blood, 
Hath  made  the  sinner's  peace  with  God. 

Peace  through  the  night  and  through  the  day, 
Peace  through  all  windings  of  our  way, 
In  pain  and  toil  and  weariness, 
A  deep  and  everlasting  peace. 

O  King  of  peace,  this  peace  bestow 

Upon  a  stranger  here  below  ; 

O  God  of  peace,  thy  peace  impart 
To  every  troubled  trembling  heart. 

Peace  from  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Peace  from  the  Spirit,  all  His  own ; 

Peace  that  shall  never  more  be  lost, 
Of  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


THE   WHITE   RAHSIENT. 

The  babe,  the  bride,  the  quiet  dead, 
Clad  in  peculiar  raiment  all, 

Yet  each  puts  on  the  spotless  white 
Of  cradle,  shroud,  and  bridal  hall. 

The  babe,  the  bride,  the  shrouded  dead, 
Each  entering  on  an  untried  home. 

Wears  the  one  badge,  the  one  fair  hue. 
Of  birth,  of  wedding,  and  of  tomb. 

Of  death  and  life,  of  mirth  and  grief, 
We  take  it  as  the  symbol  true ; 

It  suits  the  smile,  it  suits  the  sigh. 
That  raiment  of  the  stainless  hue. 

Not  the  rich  rainbow's  varied  bloom. 
That  diapason  of  the  light ; 

Not  the  soft  sunset's  silken  glow, 
Or  flush  of  gorgeous  chrysolite. 


66  THE    WHITE    RAIMENT. 

But  purity  of  perfect  light, 

Its  native,  undivided  ray, 
All  that  is  best  of  moon  and  sun, 

The  purest  of  the  dawn  and  day. 

O  cradle  of  our  youngest  age. 

Adorned  with  white,  how  fair  art  thou  ; 

O  robe  of  infancy,  how  bright ! 

Like  moonlight  on  the  moorland  snow. 

O  bridal  hall,  and  bridal  robe. 

How  silver-bright  your  jewelled  gleam ! 
Like  sunrise  on  the  gentle  face 

Of  some  translucent  mountain  stream. 

O  shroud  of  death,  so  soft  and  pure, 
Like  starlight  upon  marble  fair ; 

Ah  surely  it  is  life,  not  death. 

That  in  still  beauty  sleepeth  there. 

Mine  be  a  robe  more  spotless  still. 
With  lustre  bright  that  cannot  fade ; 

Purer  and  whiter  than  the  robe 
Of  babe,  or  bride,  or  quiet  dead. 


THERE    LAID    THEY   JESUS.  67 

Mine  be  the  raiment  given  of  God, 
"Wrought  of  fine  linen  clean  and  white, 

Fit  for  the  eye  of  God  to  see, 
Meet  for  His  home  of  holy  light. 


THERE  LAID   THEY  JESUS. 

Rest,  weary  Son  of  God,  and  I  with  Thee, 

Rest  in  that  rest  of  Thine. 
My  weariness  was  Thine ;  Thou  barest  it. 

And  now  Thy  rest  is  mine. 

Rest,  weary  Son  of  God,  we  joy  to  think 

That  all  Thy  toil  is  done. 
No  ache,  no  pang,  no  sigh  for  Thee  again ; 

Thy  joy  is  now  begun. 

Thy  life  on  earth  was  one  sad  weariness ; 

Nowhere  to  lay  Thine  head. 
Thy  days  were  toil  and  heat ;  Thy  lonely  nights 

Sought  some  cold  mountain  bed. 


68  THERE    LAID    THEY   JESUS. 

How  calmly  in  that  tomb  Thou  liest  now, 

Thy  rest  how  still  and  deep. 
O'er  Thee  in  love  the  Father  rests,  He  gives 

To  His  beloved  sleep. 

On  Bethel-pillow  now  Thy  head  is  laid 

In  Joseph's  rock-hewn  cell ; 
Thy  watchers  are  the  angels  of  Thy  God, 

They  guard  Thy  slumbers  well. 

With  Thee  Thy  God  and  Father  still  abides. 

And  Thou  art  not  alone. 
He  in  that  still  dark  chamber  is  with  Thee 

The  well-beloved  Son. 

Oh,  silent,  silent  is  Thy  earthly  tomb ! 

The  raging  of  Thy  foes 
Is  ended  all !  nor  Jew  nor  Roman  now 

Can  ruffle  Thy  repose. 

No  rabble  roar,  nor  din,  nor  scoff, 

Can  reach  Thy  holy  ear ; 
Hatred  may  shout,  or  love  draw  near  to  weep. 

But  nought  now  canst  Thou  hear. 


HEART    AND    LIP.  69 

Rest,  weary  Son  of  God ;  Thy  work  is  done, 

And  all  Thy  burdens  borne ; 
Rest  on  that  stone,  till  the  third  sun  has  brought 

Thine  everlasting  morn. 

Then  to  a  higher,  brighter,  truer  rest, 

Upon  the  throne  above. 
Rise,  weary  Son  of  man,  to  carry  out 

Thy  glorious  work  of  love. 

Ours  may  be  yet  a  way  of  strife  and  toil. 

But  Thou  from  all  art  .free. 
Our  future  is  an  unknown  weariness, 

But  all  is  well  with  Thee. 


HEART  AND   LIP. 

Help  me,  my  God,  to  speak 
True  words  to  Thee  each  day. 

Real  let  my  voice  be  when  I  praise. 
And  trustful  when  I  pray. 


70  COME    UNTO    ME. 

Thy  words  are  true  to  me, 
Let  mine  to  Thee  be  true ; 

The  speech  of  my  whole  heart  and  soul, 
However  low  and  few. 

True  words  of  grief  for  sin, 

Of  longing  to  be  free, 
Of  groaning  for  deliverance 

And  likeness.  Lord,  to  Thee. 

True  words  of  faith  and  hope, 

Of  godly  joy  and  grief. 
Lord,  I  believe,  oh,  hear  my  cry; 

Help  Thou  mine  unbelief. 


COME   UNTO  ME. 

A  SINFUL  man  am  I, 

Therefore  I  come  to  Thee ; 
To  Thee  the  holy  and  the  just, 

That  Thou  mayest  pity  me. 


COME    UNTO    ME.  71 

Wert  Thou  not  holy,  Lord, 

Why  should  I  come  to  Thee  ? 
It  is  Thy  holiness  that  makes 

Thee,  Lord,  so  meet  for  me. 

Wert  Thou  not  gracious,  Lord, 

I  must  in  dread  depart ; 
It  is  the  riches  of  Thy  grace 

That  win  and  draw  my  heart. 

Wert  Thou  not  righteous,  Lord, 

I  dare  not  come  to  Thee. 
It  is  a  righteous  pardon.  Lord, 

Alone  that  suiteth  me. 

Our  God  is  love,  —  we  come  ; 

Our  God  is  light,  —  we  stay ; 
Abiding  ever  in  His  word, 

And  walking  in  His  way. 

Mercy  and  truth  are  His, 

Unchanging  faithfulness ; 
The  cross  is  all  our  boast  and  trust ; 

And  Jesus  is  our  peace. 


72  AS    MANY   AS    TOrCHED    HIM. 

We  give  Thee  glory,  Lord ; 

Thy  Majesty  adore. 
Thee,  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

We  bless  for  evermore. 


AS   MANY  AS   TOUCHED   HIM. 

He  came  a  leper,  all  unclean  and  foul ; 

He  left,  as  fresh  as  freshest  infancy. 
So  come  I  to  Thy  feet,  unclean  in  soul, 

So  leave  I,  Lord,  cleansed  and  restored  by  Thee. 

"  Lord,  if  Thou  wiliest.  Thou  canst  make  me  clean,' 
He  knew  the  power  ;  the  love  he  did  not  know. 

That  power  he  sought ;  nor  pleaded  he  in  vain ; 
The  love  he  knew  not  came  in  fullest  flow. 

Both  power  and  love  are  in  Thee  plenteous  still ; 

As  full  for  me,  as  they  were  once  for  him. 
Still,  Lord,  I  hear  Thee  saying  now,  "  I  will ;  " 

Let  not  my  ear  be  dull,  my  eye  be  dim. 


AS    MANY    AS    TOUCHED    B.UI.  73 

I  touch  Thee  and  am  cured !  No  touch  of  mine 
Cau  render  Thee  impure,  whatever  be 

The  foulness  of  the  hand  that  touches  Thine :  — 
Thee  it  defiles  not,  yet  it  cleanses  me. 

I  touch  Thee,  and  the  electric  current  flows  ; 

My  touch  has  all  Thy  skill  and  power  revealed ; 
Thee  I  infect  not  with  my  sins  or  woes, 

And  yet  by  touching  Thee  my  soul  is  healed. 

It  gives  to  Thee  my  sickness,  and  to  me 

Imparts  Thy  health ;  my  evil  Thou  dost  bear, 

And  I  Thy  good ;  all  my  iniquity 

From  me  Thou  takest,  I  Thy  beauty  wear. 

That  touch  to  me  is  Paradise  restored, 

It  is  to  me  the  very  gate  of  heaven. 
Thou  art  my  help,  my  happiness,  O  Lord, 

In  Thee  I  stand,  delivered  and  forgiven. 

Give  to  my  being  heavenly  strength  and  youth, 
Make  all  the  powers  of  this  my  healed  soul 

Inlets  of  light,  of  holiness,  and  truth ; 

Thy  love  has  healed  me  and  I  shall  be  whole. 


FELLOWSHIP   WITH   CHRIST. 

On  Thee,  O  Jesus,  strongly  leaning, 

I  calmly  onward  go  ; 
No  cloud,  no  coldness  intervening, 

To  damj)  love's  blessed  glow. 
In  Thee  for  ever,  Lord,  abiding, 

I  feel  that  all  is  well ; 
Within  Thy  love  for  ever  hiding,  — 

Who  can  my  gladness  tell  ? 

True  Light  of  light,  for  ever  shining, 

I  hail  Thy  happy  ray ; 
Bright  Sun  of  suns,  still  undeclining, 

'Tis  Thou  who  mak'st  my  day ! 
Without  Thee  life  and  time  are  sadness ; 

No  fragrance  breathes  around ; 
But  with  Thee  even  grief  is  gladness, 

My  heart  its  home  hath  found. 


FELLOWSHIP    WITH    CHRIST.  75 

In  Thee  my  soul  is  sweetly  resting, 

My  hand  takes  hold  of  Thine, 
My  hope  is  ever  upward  hasting,  — 

And  Thou,  and  Thou,  art  mine ! 
My  refuge  from  each  storm  that  rages, 

From  wind,  and  wave,  and  war, 
My  home  throughout  eternal  ages, 

Above  yon  sparkling  star ! 

My  hope,  my  joy,  my  peace,  my  glory, 

My  first,  my  last,  my  all, 
Great  theme  of  the  unending  story 

In  yon  celestial  hall. 
Great  theme  above  of  song  and  wonder 

In  ages  yet  to  come, 
True  theme  below  while  here  we  wander, 

Alas,  how  cold  and  dumb ! 


MY  PILGRIMAGE. 

Trustingly,  trustingly, 

Jesus,  to  Thee 
Come  I ;  —  Lord,  lovingly 

Come  Thou  to  me  ! 
Then  shall  I  lovingly. 
Then  shall  I  joyfully. 

Walk  here  with  Thee. 

Peacefully,  peacefully, 
"Walk  I  with  Thee ; 

Jesus  my  Lord  Thou  art 
All,  all,  to  me. 

Peace  Thou  hast  left  to  us, 

Thy  peace  hast  given  to  us, 
So  let  it  be. 

Whom  but  Thyself,  0  Lord, 
Have  I  above  ? 


MY   PILGRIMAGE.  77 

What  have  I  left  on  earth  ? 

Only  Thy  love  ! 
Come  then,  0  Saviour,  come, 
Come  then,  O  Spirit,  come 

Heavenly  Dove. 


Happily,  happily 

Pass  I  along ; 
Eager  to  work  for  Thee, 

Earnest  and  strong. 
Life  is  for  service  true, 
Life  is  for  battle  too. 

Life  is  for  song. 

Hopefully,  hopefully. 

Onward  I  go. 
Cheerfully,  cheerfully. 

Meet  I  the  foe. 
Crowns  are  awaiting  us, 
Glory  prepared  for  us, 

Joys  overflow. 


PRAYEE  TO  THE   SPIRIT. 

Almighty  Comforter  and  friend, 
Eternal  Spirit,  now  descend, 

Fill  us  from  Thy  heavenly  store ! 
Thou  art  the  Church's  holy  guest, 
Earnest  of  her  eternal  rest, 

Let  us  grieve  Thee  never  more. 

Great  Promise  of  the  Father,  come, 
The  Church's  fading  lamps  relume ; 

Come,  rekindle  joy  and  love ! 
Wisdom,  and  truth,  and  love  are  Thine, 
Life,  light,  and  holiness  divine. 

Shed  Thy  gifts  down  from  above ! 

Witness  of  Him  who  died  and  rose, 
Who,  as  the  Conqueror  of  our  foes. 

Took  His  seat  upon  the  throne ! 
Great  gift  of  Jesus  glorified, 
Revealer  of  the  crucified. 

Unto  us  reveal  the  Son ! 


THE      CROSS. 

By  tlie  cross  of  Jesus  standing, 
Love  our  straitened  souls  expanding, 

Taste  we  now  the  peace  and  grace ! 
Health  from  yonder  tree  is  flowing, 
Heavenly  light  is  on  it  glowing. 

From  the  blessed  Sufferer's  face. 

Here  the  holy,  happy  greeting. 
Here  the  calm  and  joyful  meeting, 

God  with  man  in  glad  accord ; 
Love  that  cross  to  us  is  telling, 
Darkness,  doubt  and  fear  dispelling ;  — 

Love  in  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord. 

Here  is  pardon's  pledge  and  token,  • 

Guilt's  strong  chain  for  ever  broken, 

Righteous  peace  securely  made. 
Brightens  now  the  brow  once  shaded, 
Freshens  now  the  face  once  faded. 

Peace  with  God  now  makes  us  glad. 


80  OUR  father's  house. 

All  the  love  of  God  is  yonder, 
Love  above  all  thought  and  wonder, 

Perfect  love  that  casts  out  fear. 
Strength  like  dew  is  here  distilling, 
Glorious  life  our  souls  is  filling,  — 

Life  eternal,  only  here  ! 

Here  the  living  water  welleth, 
Here  the  Rock,  now  smitten,  telleth 

Of  salvation  freely  given. 
This  the  fount  of  love  and  pity, 
This  the  pathway  to  the  city. 

This  the  very  gate  ti  heaven ! 


OUR   FATHER'S   HOUSE. 

Home  of  holy  light, 
Starland  ever  bright, 
Realm  of  joy  and  peace, 
City  of  pure  bliss, 

Hail  we  thy  soft  beams  afar, 
Our  soul's  true  Morning-star. 


OUR  father's  house.  81 

Shine  earth's  mists  away, 
Bring  the  long,  fair  day  ! 

Jesus  is  thy  Sun, 
Dimness  thou  hast  none  ;  — 
He  the  Lamb  once  slain. 
Theme  of  each  glad  strain. 

Blessing,  honor,  wisdom,  power, 
Be  his  for  evermore ! 
This  the  song  they  sing 
Praising  their  high  king. 

Robes  of  festival 
Wear  thy  dwellers  all. 
Sin  can  never  come 
Into  that  dear  home. 

Frown,  nor  fear,  nor  sigh,  nor  strife, 
Disturb  the  joyous  life. 
Port  of  calm  at  last ; 
Every  storm  long-past. 

Earth's  forgotten  dreams, 
Shades  or  golden  gleams,  — 
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82  OUR  father's  house. 

Earth's  forgotten  hours, 
Sunshine  or  sad  showers,  — 

Earth's  forgotten  tears,  so  long 
That  marred  time's  rising  song, 
Come  no  more,  no  more. 
On  that  fair,  fair  shore ! 

Hail,  dear  home  of  rest, 
Palace  of  the  blest. 
Hall  of  hymn  and  psalm, 
Seat  of  deep  true  calm, 

Thee  we  greet  with  longing  love, 
Greet  thou  us  from  above  ! 
Happy,  happy  seat 
Where  the  long-lost  meet ! 

From  the  throne  we  hear 
Heavenly  voices  clear. 
"  Come  up  hither  all," 
E-ingeth  the  loud  call. 

All  who  bear  the  cross  below, 
Who  follow  Jesus  now. 
Answer  we  again, 
"  Yea,  Amen,  Amen." 


CONFESSION  AND   PEACE. 

No,  not  despairingly 

Come  I  to  Thee  ; 
No,  not  distrustingly 

Bend  I  the  knee. 
Sin  hath  gone  over  me. 
Yet  is  this  still  my  plea, 

Jesus  hath  died. 

Ah,  mine  iniquity 
Crimson  has  been ; 

Infinite,  infinite 
Sin  upon  sin ; 

vSin  of  not  loving  Thee, 

Sin  of  not  trusting  Thee, 
Infinite  sin. 

Lord,  I  confess  to  Thee 

Sadly  my  sin ; 
All  I  am  tell  I  Thee, 

All  I  have  been. 


84  CONFESSION    AND    PEACE. 

Purge  Thou  my  sin  away, 
Wash  Thou  my  soul  this  day, 
Lord,  make  me  clean. 

Faithful  and  just  art  Thou, 

Forgiving  all, 
Loving  and  kind  art  Thou 

When  poor  ones  call ; 
Lord,  let  the  cleansing  blood, 
Blood  of  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Pass  o'er  my  soul. 

Then  all  is  peace  and  light 
This  soul  within ; 

Thus  shall  I  walk  with  Thee 
The  loved  unseen. 

Leaning  on  Thee,  my  God, 

Guided  along  the  road, 
Nothinsr  between. 


ALMOST      HOME. 

From  earth  retiring, 
Heavenward  aspiring, 

All  my  long  day's  work  below  now  done ; 
Calmly  reclining 
All  unrepining, 

Jesus,  let  me  lean  on  Thy  love  alone. 

On  love  relying, 
Thy  love  undying, 

Not  a  shade  can  fall  upon  my  soul ; 
Here  am  I  resting. 
The  joy  foretastmg. 

Of  the  life  beyond  this  life's  dark  goal. 

Thine  arms  embracing, 
Each  shadow  chasing. 

Chains  of  flesh  now  cease  my  soul  to  hold ; 
Pilgrim  staff  breaking, 
Royal  badge  taking. 

Earth's  torn  raiment  all  exchanged  for  gold. 


ALMOST   HOME. 

No  more  low-caring, 
No  more  wayfaring, 

These  soiled  sandals  loosed  and  flung  away. 
Done  with  the  soiling, 
Done  with  the  toiling. 

All  my  burdens  lay  I  down  for  aye. 

Ended  the  jarring. 
Past  all  the  warring, 

Quit  I  gladly  life's  rude  war  array ; 
Victory  crying, 
Enemies  flying. 

Thus  my  armor  put  I  off  for  aye. 

Pain  yet  assails  me, 
Strength  oft-times  fails  me, 

Yet  my  weakness  is  my  strength  and  rest ; 
Light  o'er  me  stealing. 
Softly  revealing 

Scenes  of  glory  up  among  the  blest. 

Head  no  more  sinking. 
Eyes  no  more  shrinking 

From  the  world's  gay  glitter  here  below ; 


RESURRECTION.  87 

Life's  cup  is  draining, 
Time's  star  is  waning,  — 

Christ  Jesus,  receive  my  soul !     To  Thee  I  go. 

Earth  is  retreating, 
Heaven  is  me  greeting, 

Hope  is  lighting  up  new  scenes  above ; 
Tranquilly  lying, 
Peacefully  dying, 

Jesus  beckons  upward  to  His  love. 


RESURRECTION. 

Soon  this  corruptible 
Shall,  from  the  tomb, 

Rise  incorruptible. 
Leaving  the  gloom. 

Soon  shall  this  mortal  frame 

Spring  from  its  bed  of  shame, 
When  Christ  hath  come. 

Bright  morn  of  morns  to  me, 
When  I  arise, 


88  RESURRECTION. 

Leaving  the  grave  behind ; 

When  these  dull  eyes 
Shall  my  Kedeemer  see 
In  immortality 

In  yonder  skies ; 


Then  shall  the  glorious  hope 

Come  from  on  high ; 
Death  shall  be  swallowed  up 

In  victory. 
Then  shall  we  gladly  sing, 
Death,  where  is  now  thy  sting, 

Thy  victory  ? 

Grave,  where  thy  triumph  now, 

Thy  victory  ? 
Where  are  thy  captives  now  ?  — 

Set  free,  set  free ! 
Torn  from  thy  grasp  are  they, 
Plucked  from  thy  power  away, 

Set  free,  set  free ! 

Thanks  then  to  God  our  Lord, 
Thanks  ever  be ! 


THE    shepherd's    VOICE.  89 

Praises  to  Christ  our  Lord 

For  ever  be ! 
Who,  o'er  the  mortal  gloom, 
Who,  o'er  the  hateful  tomb. 

Gives  victory. 


THE   SHEPHERD'S   VOICE. 

They  hear  His  voice  ! 

It  is  their  Shepherd's,  and  they  know  it  well. 
They  follow  Him, 

Where'er  He  leads,  Shepherd  of  Israel. 

A  stranger-voice 

They  know  not,  love  not,  follow  not,  but  flee. 
One  voice  alone 

Attracts ;  'tis  His  who  said,  "  Come  unto  me." 

He  knows  His  sheep ; 

He  counts  them,  and  He  calleth  them  by  name. 
He  goes  before ; 

They  follow  as  He  leads,  through  flood  or  flame. 


90  THE    shepherd's    VOICE. 

He  leads  them  out, 

Into  the  pastures  green,  by  waters  still ; 
He  leads  them  in  ; 

And  guards  them  safe  within  the  fold  from  ill. 

O  wise  and  good, 

0  strong  and  loving  One,  mighty  to  save ; 
Thine  own  Thou  wilt 

Still  keep  and  bring  them  uj)  from  the  dark  grave. 

No  want  is  theirs  ; 

Thy  fulness  at  their  side  doth  ever  stand ; 
No  peril  theirs, 

For  none  can  ever  pluck  them  from  Thy  hand. 

And  when  this  day 

Of  storm  and  scattering  is  ended  here, 
Thou  wilt  them  bring 

To  greener  pastures  and  to  streams  more  clear. 

Amen,  amen ! 

Good  Shepherd,  hasten  Thou  that  glorious  day, 
When  we  shall  all 

In  the  one  fold  abide  with  Thee  for  aye. 


INTERCESSION.  91 

Thou  in  the  midst ; 

And  we  delivered  from  all  fear  and  sin ! 
No  hunger  more, 

No  thirst,  nor  heat,  upon  these  plains  of  green. 

O  Lamb  of  God, 

True  Shepherd  and  true  Lamb,  Thou  both  in  one ; 
Us  lead,  us  feed. 

Till,  all  our  wanderings  done,  we  reach  the  throne. 


INTERCESSION. 

"When  the  weary,  seeking  rest, 

To  thy  goodness  flee  ; 
"When  the  heavy  laden  cast 

All  their  load  on  thee ; 
"When  the  troubled,  seeking  peace, 

On  thy  name  shall  call ; 
When  the  sinner,  seeking  life, 

At  thy  feet  shall  fall : 
Hear  then,  in  love,  O  Lord,  the  cry, 
In  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 


92  INTERCESSION. 

When  the  worldling,  sick  at  heart, 

Lifts  his  soul  above ; 
"When  the  prodigal  looks  back 

To  his  father's  love ; 
When  the  proud  man,  in  his  pride, 

Stoops  to  seek  thy  face ; 
When  the  burdened  brings  his  guilt 

To  thy  throne  of  grace : 
Hear  then,  in  love,  O  Lord,  the  cry, 
In  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 

When  the  stranger  asks  a  home. 

All  his  toils  to  end ; 
When  the  hungry  craveth  food. 

And  the  poor  a  friend ; 
When  the  sailor  on  the  wave 

Bows  the  fervent  knee  ; 
When  the  soldier  on  the  field 

Lifts  his  heart  to  thee : 
Hear  then,  in  love,  0  Lord,  the  cry. 
In  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 

When  the  man  of  toil  and  care 
In  the  city  crowd ; 


INTERCESSION. 

When  the  shepherd  on  the  moor 

Names  the  name  of  God ; 
When  the  learned  and  the  high, 

Tired  of  earthly  fame, 
Upon  higher  joys  intent. 

Name  the  blessed  name  : 
Hear  then,  in  love,  O  Lord,  the  cry. 
In  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 

When  the  child,  with  grave  fresh  lip, 

Youth,  or  maiden  fair ; 
When  the  aged,  weak  and  gray, 

Seek  thy  face  in  prayer ; 
When  the  widow  weeps  to  thee, 

Sad  and  lone  and  low ; 
When  the  orphan  brings  to  thee 

All  his  orphan  woe  : 
Hear  then,  in  love,  O  Lord,  the  cry. 
In  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 

When  creation,  in  her  pangs. 

Heaves  her  heavy  groan  ; 
When  thy  Salem's  exiled  sons, 

Breathe  their  bitter  moan ; 


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94     IT  DOTH  NOT  YET  APPEAR  WHAT  WE  SHALL  BE. 

When  thy  widowed,  weeping  Church, 

Looking  for  a  home, 
Sendeth  up  her  silent  sigh, 

Come,  Lord  Jesus,  come  ! 
Hear  then,  in  love,  0  Lord,  the  cry. 
In  heaven,  thy  dwelling-place  on  high. 


IT   DOTH   NOT   YET   APPEAR   WHAT 
WE   SHALL   BE. 

The  gems  of  earth  are  still  within 
Her  silent  unwrought  mines  ; 

There  hide  they,  all  unknown,  unseen : 
No  sparkle  upward  shines. 

The  stars  of  heaven  how  few  and  wan 

Are  all  we  see  below, 
Compared  with  what  remain  unseen 

Beyond  all  vision  now. 

Who  knows  the  untold  brilliance  there, 

The  wealth,  the  beauty  hid? 
Like  sparkle  of  a  lustrous  eye 

Beneath  the  eyelid  liid. 


PRESSING    ON.  95 

So  with  the  heaven  of  better  stars 

Of  which  these  are  but  signs  ; 
So  with  the  stores  of  wisdom  hid 

In  everlasting  mines. 

For  what  we  shall  in  that  day  be 

It  doth  not  yet  appear ; 
But  w^hen  we  see  Him  as  He  is 

We  shall  His  likeness  wear. 


PRESSING   ON. 

This  is  the  day  of  toil 

Beneath  earth's  sultry  noon, 
This  is  the  day  of  service  true, 
But  the  rest  cometh  soon. 
Hallelujah ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

Serve  we  our  God  in  faith, 
No  work  for  Him  is  vain : 


96  PRESSING    ON. 

Blessed  and  holy  is  the  toil, 
And  infinite  the  gain. 

Hallelujah ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

Spend  and  be  spent  would  we, 

While  lasteth  time's  brief  day ; 
No  turning  back  in  coward  fear, 
No  lingering  by  the  way. 
Hallelujah ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

No  fear  of  man  or  fiend, 

No  shrinking  from  the  cross ; 
We  know  what  we  have  left  behind. 
We  know  the  gain  and  loss. 
Hallelujah ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

Onward  we  press  in  haste, 

Upward  our  journey  still ; 
Ours  is  the  path  the  Master  trod, 
Through  good  report  and  ill. 
Hallelujah ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 


FOLLOW   ME.  97 

"We  have  forsaken  all, 

Jesus,  to  follow  Thee, 
We  counted  well  the  cost,  0  Lord, 
We  pay  it  cheerfully. 

Hallelujah ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 

The  way  may  rougher  grow. 

The  weariness  increase. 
We  gird  our  loins,  and  hasten  on ;  — 
The  end,  the  end  is  peace. 
Hallelujah ! 
There  remains  a  rest  for  us. 


FOLLOW      ME. 

Through  good  report  and  evil.  Lord, 
Still  guided  by  Thy  faithful  word. 
Our  staff,  our  buckler  and  our  sword. 

We  foUow  TLee. 
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98  FOLLOW   BIE. 

In  silence  of  the  lonely  night, 
In  the  full  glow  of  day's  clear  light, 
Through  life's  strange  windings,  dark  or  bright, 
We  foUow  Thee. 

Strengthened  by  Thee  we  forward  go, 
'Mid  smile  or  scoff  of  friend  or  foe. 
Through  pain  or  ease,  through  joy  or  woe. 
We  follow  Thee. 

With  enemies  on  every  side. 
We  lean  on  Thee  the  crucified, 
Forsaking  all  on  earth  beside. 

We  follow  Thee. 

O  Master,  point  Thou  out  the  way, 
Nor  suffer  Thou  our  steps  to  stray ; 
Then  in  the  path  that  leads  to  day, 

We  follow  Tliee. 

Thou  hast  passed  on  before  our  face, 
Thy  footsteps  on  the  way  we  trace, 
Oh  keep  us,  aid  us  by  Thy  grace,  — 

We  follow  Thee. 


THE  COMFORT  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST.      99 

Whom  have  we  in  the  heaven  above, 
Whom  on  this  earth  save  Thee  to  love  ? 
Still  in  Thy  light  we  onward  move,  — 
We  follow  Thee. 


THE  COMFORT  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 

When  the  leaves  of  life  are  falling. 
When  the  shadows  flit  appalling. 
When  the  twihght  voice  is  calling ;  — 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

When  youth's  verdure  all  is  fading, 
When  I  pass  into  the  shading, 
Life's  long  load  at  last  unlading ;  — 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort! 

When  the  frost  of  time  has  found  me, 
When  the  chains  of  age  have  bound  me, 
When  the  evening  mists  surround  me ;  — 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 


100     THE  COMFORT  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 

When  the  worn-out  flesh  is  sinking, 

When  from  burdens  it  is  shrinking, 

And  from  earthly  ties  unlinking ;  — 

Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

When  the  gates  of  life  are  closing, 
All  its  lattice-bolts  unloosing. 
And  the  spirit  seeks  reposing ;  — 

Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

When  these  skies  look  wan  and  dreary, 
When  the  inner  man  is  weary, 
Worn  out  by  the  adversary  ;  — 

Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

When  the  once  keen  eye  is  failing. 
When  the  steadfast  heart  is  quailing, 
Flesh,  and  fiend,  and  world  assailing ;  — 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort! 

When  past  sins  are  flocking  round  me, 
When  the  fiery  arrows  wound  me. 
As  if  hell  would  then  confound  me ;  — 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 


THE  COMFORT  OF  THE  HOLY  GHOST.     101 

When  I  think  on  manhood  wasted, 
Cups  of  pleasure  vilely  tasted, 
Holy  longings  madly  blasted ;  — 

ISIighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

When  my  farewells  I  am  taking, 
And  these  lower  rooms  forsaking. 
To  my  upper  home  betaking ;  — 

Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

Holy  Spirit,  strength  in  weakness, 
Holy  Spirit,  health  in  sickness, 
Give  me  comfort,  patience,  meekness  ;  — 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

Ah,  Thou  wilt  not  then  forsake  me, 
Strong  in  weakness  Thou  wilt  make  me, 
To  Thy  bosom  Thou  wilt  take  me,  — 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 


ETERNAL   WATERBEOOKS. 

Eternal  waterbrooks, 
Fed  by  no  earthly  rain, 
Nor  sublunary  dew, 
In  ^ales  or  mountain-nooks ; 

Whose  springs  are  not  the  inconstant  clouds. 

Nor  the  deep's  perilous  blue. 
Nor  the  cold  ice-rocks  of  the  cliff, 

Nor  the   chill   moorland  where   the   flowers   are 
few,  — 
Rivers  of  joy  and  life, 
Far  from  our  storm  and  strife, 
My  spirit  thirsts  for  you ! 

Across  no  desert  waste 

Wanders  your  happy  flood. 
O'er  no  volcanic  fire 

Ye  take  your  trembling  road ; 
But  through  the  meadows  of  the  blest, 

The  home  of  love  and  God, 


ETERNAL    WATERBROOKS.  103 

Where  health  and  peace  and  rest 
Have  their  secure  abode. 

Beneath  no  human  fane 

Riseth  your  crystal  stream, 
Upon  no  earthly  palaces 

Flasheth  your  golden  gleam ; 
But  from  the  heavenly  throne 

Of  God  and  of  the  Lamb, 
The  shrine  and  palace  bright 

Of  Him  the  great  I  am. 

Celestial  waterbrooks ! 

Bright  with  unearthly  blue, 
Fresh  with  the  living  flood  of  heaven,  — 

Each  day  in  passing  through 
This  parched  wilderness  of  time 

My  spirit  thirsts  for  you ! 


LOVE   NOT  THE   WORLD. 

Love  not  the  world  ! 

What  is  there  here  to  love  ? 
That  which  is  lovable  is  not  of  earth  ; 

Fix  thou  thine  eyes  above. 

The  face  of  time 

Is  never  in  one  stay ; 
The  beauty  of  this  fascinating  world 

Endureth  but  a  day. 

Of  things  below 

The  best  is  but  a  lie  ; 
The  blossoms  of  the  spring  and  childhood's  buds 

Must  fade,  and  fall,  and  die. 

The  beautiful, 

All  bright,  and  fresh,  and  gay, 
May  pass,  like  sun-gleam  through  a  broken  cloud, 

Across  thy  untried  way. 


LOVE    NOT    THE    WORLD.  105 

Be  not  deceived ! 

Through  all  this  earthly  air 
A  hellish  poison  pours  its  deadliness : 

The  plague  of  sin  is  there. 

And  who  shall  heal 

Or  disinfect  this  air  ? 
Who  disenchant  it  of  the  pleasant  spell, 

Or  break  the  unseen  snare  ? 

Be  not  deceived ! 

Into  each  human  vein 
Sin  penetrates,  and  we  with  opiates  seek 

To  soothe  the  subtle  pain. 

It  dims  the  eye  ; 

It  dulls  the  inner  ear ; 
It  dazzles,  and  it  darkens,  and  it  blinds. 

It  worketh  awe  and  fear. 

It  worketh  wrath, 

And  woe,  and  want,  and  doom ; 
It  leads  us  darkly  to  the  second  death, 

The  everlasting  tomb. 


106  LOVE    NOT    THE    WORLD. 

Love  not  the  world,  — 

Its  dreams,  its  songs,  its  lies ; 
They  who  have  followed  in  its  train  are  not 

The  true,  and  good,  and  wise. 

The  wise  and  good, 

They  choose  the  better  part ; 
To  the  true  world  that  is  to  come  they  give 

The  true  and  single  heart. 

Love  not  the  world ! 

He  in  whose  heart  the  love 
Of  vanity  has  found  a  place,  shuts  out 

The  enduring  world  above. 

Love  not  the  world ! 

However  fair  it  seem ; 
Who  loveth  this  fond  world,  —  the  love  of  God 

Abideth  not  in  him. 

That  heart  of  thine 

For  God,  thy  God,  was  made ; 
Who  loves  this  God  of  love,  —  he  lives ; 

Who  loveth  not,  is  dead. 


107 


Though  this  wide  earth, 

With  all  its  love  and  gold, 
Were  his,  yet  still  he  liveth  not  whose  heart 

To  God  is  sealed  and  cold. 

Seek  not  the  world ! 

'Tis  a  vain  show  at  best ; 
Bow  not  before  its  idol-shrine  ;  in  God 

Find  thou  thy  joy  and  rest. 


COULD  YE   NOT  WATCH? 

Could  ye  not  watch 

One  hour,  one  hour  with  me, 
Beloved,  in  this  solitude, 

In  my  deep  agony  ? 

Could  ye  not  watch  ? 

Could  ye  not  give  to  me 
That  which  my  human  spirit  craves, 

Your  human  sympathy  ? 


108  COULD    YE    NOT    WATCH? 

How  will  ye  watch, 

In  the  world's  dazzling  day, 

In  its  hot  slumb'rous  atmosphere. 
When  I  am  far  away  ? 

How  will  ye  watch 

In  after  days  alone, 
When  left  without  a  master  here, 

Lover  and  friend  all  gone  ? 

■ 
If  sleep  ye  will 

In  this  Gethsemane, 
Poor  watchers  with  an  absent  Lord, 

Will  ye  not  elsewhere  be  ? 

Why  sleep  ye  now  ? 

Beloved,  rise  and  pray ; 
He  that  betrayeth  is  at  hand. 

Watch  then  while  watch  ye  may. 

The  hour  and  power 

Of  darkness  now  is  come  ; 

The  Shepherd  smitten  is  at  length, 
And  ye,  the  sheep,  must  roam. 


COULD    YE   NOT    WATCH?  109 

What !     Sleep  ye  now  ? 

Children  of  light  and  day ! 
In  ease  and  sloth  do  ye  thus  fling 

Your  dying  hours  away  ? 

Oh,  watch  and  pray, 

Lest  enemies  assail ; 
And,  when  the  evil  days  draw  on, 

Your  faith  give  way  and  fail. 

Watch,  then,  and  pray  ! 

See  the  dark  tempter's  snare : 
He  lurks  to  smite,  or  to  seduce, 

Oh,  watch,  then,  unto  prayer. 

He  comes,  he  smiles. 

As  angel  of  the  light ; 
Yet  ruler  of  the  darkness  he, 

And  prince  of  this  world's  night. 

He  comes,  he  speaks  ! 

And  still  the  ancient  lie 
Is  on  his  lips,  to  lure  and  cheat,  — 

"  Ye  shall  not  surely  die." 


110  COULD    TE    NOT    WATCH? 

God  of  this  world, 

He  decks  his  kingdom  well ; 
It  looks  all  pure  and  beautiful, 

Seen  through  its  radiant  spell. 

As  light  shuts  out 

Each  everlasting  star, 

So  does  the  light  of  his  false  noon, 
The  worlds  that  shine  afar. 

Cheat  not  thyself; 

Miss  not  the  one  true  day ; 
The  end  of  all  things  is  at  hand. 

Oh,  wake,  and  watch,  and  pray ! 


GIVE   GLORY. 

Psallat  altitudo  coeli, 

Psallant  omnes  angeli, 
Quicquid  est  virtutis  usquam 

Psallat  in  laudem  Dei. 

Nulla  linguarum  silescat 

Vox  et  oninis  personet 

Saeculorum  sseculis. 

Old  Hymn. 

To  the  name  of  God  on  high, 
God  of  might  and  majesty, 
God  of  heaven,  and  earth,  and  sea, 
Blessing,  praise,  and  glory  be. 

To  the  name  of  Christ  the  Lord, 
Son  of  God,  Incarnate  Word, 
Christ,  by  whom  all  things  were  m;ide. 
Be  an  endless  honor  paid. 

To  the  Holy  Spirit  be 
Equal  praise  eternally, 
With  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
One  in  name,  in  glory  one. 


112  LIGHT   FOR   WORK. 

This,  the  song  of  ages  past, 
Song  that  shall  for  ever  last ; 
Let  the  ages  yet  to  be 
Join  the  joyful  melody. 

Glorious  is  our  God  the  Lord, 
Praises,  then,  with  one  accord 
To  his  holy  name  be  given, 
By  the  sons  of  earth  and  heaven. 


LIGHT   FOR   WORK. 

Lord,  give  me  light  to  do  Thy  work, 

For  only,  Lord,  from  Thee 
Can  come  the  light,  by  which  these  eyes 

The  way  of  work  can  see. 

In  plainest  things  I  daily  err. 

When  walking  in  the  light 
The  wisdom  of  this  world  affords, 

However  fair  and  bright. 


LIGHT    FOR    WORK.  113 

In  word,  and  plan,  and  deed  I  err, 

When  busiest  in  Thy  work ; 
Beneath  the  simplest  forms  of  truth 

The  subtlest  errors  lurk. 

The  way  is  narrow,  often  dark. 
With  lights  and  shadows  strewn ; 

I  wander  oft,  and  think  it  Thine, 
When  walking  in  my  own. 

Yet  pleasant  is  the  work  for  Thee, 

And  pleasant  is  the  way ; 
But,  Lord,  the  world  is  dark,  and  I 

All  prone  to  go  astray. 

Oh,  send  me  light  to  do  Thy  work ! 

More  light,  more  wisdom  give ! 
Then  shall  I  work  Thy  work  indeed, 

While  on  Thine  earth  I  live. 

So  shall  success  be  mine,  in  spite 

Of  feebleness  in  me ; 
Beyond  all  disappointment  then 

And  failure  I  shall  be. 
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114  THANKFUL    REMEMBRANCES. 

The  work  is  Thine,  not  mine,  0  Lord ; 

It  is  Thy  race  we  run ; 
Give  light !  and  then  shall  all  I  do 

Be  well  and  truly  done. 


THANKFUL   REMEMBRANCES. 

I  LOOK  along  the  past,  and  gather  themes 
For  praise  to  Thee,  my  ever-gracious  God. 

It  is  a  past  of  mercy,  and  it  teems 

With  goodness  at  each  step  along  the  road. 

Not  always  gladness  and  prosperity, 

But  always  goodness  from  Thy  patient  hand; 

Always  the  love  that,  even  in  saddest  day, 

Traced  its  clear  prints  upon  time's  silent  sand. 

I  thank  Thee  for  a  holy  ancestry ; 

I  bless  Thee  for  a  godly  parentage ; 
For  seeds  of  truth  and  light  and  purity, 

Sown  in  this  heart  from  childhood's  earliest  age. 


THANKFUL    REMEMBRANCES.  115 

For  word  and  church  and  watchful  ministry,  — 
The  beacon  and  the  tutor  and  the  guide ; 

For  the  parental  hand  and  lip  and  eye, 

That  kept  me  far  from  snares  on  every  side. 

I  thank  Thee  for  a  true  and  noble  creed, 

For  wisdom,  poetry,  and  gentle  song ; 
For  the  bright  flower,  and  for  the  wayside  weed. 

The  friendship  of  the  kind  and  brave  and  strong. 

I  thank  the  love  that  kept  my  life  from  sin. 

Even  when  my  heart  was  far  from  God  and  truth; 

That  gave  me  for  a  lifetime's  heritage 
The  purities  of  unpolluted  youtli ;       • 

That  kept  my  eyes  from  gazing  on  the  wrong, 
And  taught  them  all  the  sweetness  of  the  right ; 

That  made  me  in  my  quiet  hours  to  long 
To  get  beyond  this  darkness  into  light ; 

That  showed  me  that  the  world  was  not  a  rest, 
Even  when  it  looked  the  loveliest,  and  its  face 

Shone  with  the  gladness  of  the  glowing  east, 
When  it  foretells  a  noon  of  cloudlessness ; 


116  THANKFUL    REMEMBRANCES. 

That  told  me  that  all  pomp  was  but  a  name ; 

That  gold  and  silver  were  not  life  and  joy ; 
That  what  to-day  bestowed  of  love  or  fame, 

To-morrow's  breath  would  wither  and  destroy ; 

That  kept  me  from  the  riotous  and  rude, 
The  oath,  the  lust,  the  revel,  the  lewd  song; 

That  di'ew  my  footsteps  to  the  wise  and  good, 
And  bid  me  shun  the  pleasure-loving  throng ; 

That  made  me  feel,  even  amid  scenes  most  bright, 
At  times  a  strange,  dark  void  and  vacancy ; 

A  longing  for  the  real  and  infinite. 

For  som^hing  that  would  fill  and  satisfy ; 

For  suns  that  would  not  set ;  for  stars  and  skies 
■  -* 'O'er  which  no  sorrow-laden  cloud  would  sweep ; 
Beauty  that  lives,  and  love  that  never  dies ; 
A  deeper  and  diviner  fellowship. 

If  earthly  beauty,  said  I,  be  so  fair, 
How  fairer  far  the  beautiful  above ; 

If  creature-love  be  so  exceeding  dear. 
How  dearer  far  the  uncreated  love  ! 


FOLLOW    ME. 


117 


O  birth-place  of  the  loveliness  and  light, 
That  shine  so  sweetly  over  ea'^th  and  sea ! 

How  excellent  must  Thou,  the  infinite. 
Eternal  Source  of  all  that  beauty  be ! 

Show  me  Thyself,  then  all  is  well  with  me : 
Being  of  beings,  fulness  evermore ; 

Then  shall  my  soul  possess,  my  God,  in  thee 
Its  never-emptying,  everlasting  store. 

So  shall  the  world  be  crucified  to  me, 
So  to  the  world  shall  I  be  crucified ; 

Thy  face  in  righteousness.  Lord,  I  shall  see ; 
When  I  awake,  I  shall  be  satisfied. 


FOLLOW      ME. 

aiATT.  iv.  21,  22. 

He  called  them,  and  they  left. 

Forsook  for  Him  their  all ; 
They  heard  the  voice,  and  followed  Him, 

Submissive  to  His  call. 


118  FOLLOW   ME. 

His  one  command  prevails, 
No  sec&nd  word  they  need  ; 

His  voice  has  proved  Omnipotent,  — 
They  walk  as  He  may  lead. 

They  follow  to  the  cross ; 

They  follow  to  the  crown ; 
Planting  their  footsteps  upon  His, 

Making  His  path  their  own. 

Their  cross  at  once  they  take, 
And  follow  Him,  their  Lord, 

Confessing  true  discipleship, 
And  listening  to  His  word. 

With  faces  Salem-ward, 

Through  good  report  and  ill, 

They  gird  themselves  for  war  and  toil, 
Upward  and  onward  still. 

To  work  the  work  of  God, 

To  breathe  for  Him  their  breath, 

For  Him  to  spend  and  to  be  spent, 
Facing  all  fear  and  death. 


FOLLOW    ME.  119 

Dreading  no  enemy, 

With  Christ  upon  their  side, 
Enduring  hardness,  shunning  all 

Of  self  and  sloth  and  pride. 

Content  to  sow  in  hope, 

In  patience  and  in  pain, 
Sure  of  a  harvest  yet  to  come, 

And  labor  not  in  vain. 

Forgetting  all  behind. 

They  press  on  to  the  prize. 
Keeping  the  crown  that  fadeth  not 

Ever  before  their  eyes. 

Grasping  the  recompense ; 

Counting  all  loss  but  gain  ; 
Glad  with  their  Lord  to  suffer  here, 

That  with  Him  they  may  reign. 


NOT    TO    SELF. 

Not  to  ourselves  again, 

Not  to  the  flesh  we  live ; 
Not  to  the  world  henceforth  shall  we 

Our  strength,  our  being  give. 

The  time  past  of  our  lives 
Sufficeth  to  have  wrought 

The  fleshly  will,  which  only  ill 
Has  to  us  ever  brought. 

No  longer  is  our  life 

A  thing  unused  or  vain  ; 
To  us,  even  here,  to  live  is  Christ, 

To  us  to  die  is  gain. 

Our  life  is  hid  with  Christ, 
With  Christ  in  God  above ; 

Upward  our  heart  would  go  to  Him, 
Whom,  seeing  not,  we  love. 


NOT   TO    SELF.  121 

When  He  who  is  our  life 

Appears,  to  take  the  throne, 
We  too  shall  be  revealed  and  shine 

In  glory  like  His  own. 

He  liveth,  and  we  live ! 

His  life  for  us  prevails  ; 
His  fulness  fills  our  mighty  void, 

His  strength  for  us  avails. 

Life  worketh  in  us  now, 

Life  is  for  us  in  store ; 
So  death  is  swallowed  up  of  life ; 

We  live  for  evermore. 

Shine  as  the  sun  shall  we 

In  the  bright  kingdom  then, 
Our  sky  without  a  cloud  or  mist, 

Ourselves  without  a  stain. 

Like  Him  we  then  shall  be 

Transformed  and  glorified ; 
For  we  shall  see  Him  as  He  is 

And  in  His  light  abide. 


122  GLORY   TO    GOD. 

Not  to  ourselves  we  live, 
Not  to  ourselves  we  die ; 

Unto  the  Lord  we  die  or  live, 
With  Him  are  we  on  high. 

We  seek  the  things  above. 
For  we  are  only  His  ; 

Like  Him  we  soon  shall  be,  for  we 
Shall  see  Him  as  He  is. 


GLORY    TO     GOD. 

To  Jehovah,  God  of  might. 

Everlasting,  infinite. 

Dwelling  in  his  boundless  heaven, 

Be  eternal  glory  given ! 

His  the  power,  the  love,  the  light. 

His  the  day  and  His  the  night. 

His  the  happy  blue  on  high. 

Earth's  green  round  of  sj^ring  and  joy. 

Darkness  with  its  unseen  smile. 
Light  that  cheers  our  daily  toil, 


GLORY   TO    GOD. 

Midnight  with  its  silent  love 
Brooding  o'er  us  from  above, 
Rivers  with  their  gentle  song, 
Sea-waves  with  their  smiling  throng. 
Forests  bending  to  the  breeze, 
Calm  and  tempest,  all  are  His. 

Life  with  all  its  changes  here, 
Hopes  that  rise  above  this  sphere, 
Visions  of  the  far  and  nigh, 
Gleams  of  glad  eternity, 
Peace  that  soothes  the  achmg  soul. 
Health  that  makes  the  wounded  whole. 
Love  that  fills  the  heart  with  bliss, 
Song  and  silence,  all  are  his. 

Let  us  then  our  honor  bring 
To  this  mighty  Lord  and  King, 
Let  a  new  and  ceaseless  song 
Break  from  every  heart  and  tongue. 
Praise  Him  as  the  God  of  might. 
Praise  Him  as  the  Lord  of  light. 
To  His  name  our  song  we  raise. 
Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  praise. 


123 


LET  YOUR  LIGHT   SHINE. 

Love  thou  the  truth, 

And  speak  the  truth  in  love ; 
The  wisdom  pure  and  peaceable 

Descendeth  from  above. 

Hate  thou  the  lie  ! 

Yet  without  bitterness 
Thy  hatred  of  its  evil  speak, 

Only  to  teach  and  bless. 

Let  not  the  stain 

Of  angry  human  breath 
The  heavenly  mirror  soil  or  dim, 

Disturbing  peace  and  faith. 

All  violence 

Of  soul,  or  pen,  or  tongue, 
Not  strength  nor  greatness  is  at  all, 

But  feebleness  and  wrongs. 


LET    TOUR   LIGHT    SHINE.  125 

Overbear  none ; 

Trust  not  in  sword  or  rod ; 
Man's  feverish  wrath  commendeth  not 

The  tranquil  truth  of  God. 

The  error  hate, 

But  love  the  erring  one ; 
God's  love  it  was  that  brought  thee  back 

When  thou  astray  wert  gone. 

Buy  thou  the  truth, 

And  seU  it  not  again ; 
Count  thou  no  price  too  great  for  it ; 

Part  with  it  for  no  gain. 

All  truth  is  calm, 

Refuge  and  rock  and  tower ; 
The  more  of  truth  the  more  of  calm, 

Its  calmness  is  its  power. 

Truth  is  not  strife, 

Nor  is  to  strife  allied ; 
It  is  the  error  that  is  bred 

Of  storm,  by  rage  and  pride. 


126  FEAR   NOT,    DAUGHTER    OF   ZION. 

Calmness  is  truth, 

And  truth  is  calmness  still ; 
Truth  lifts  its  forehead  to  the  storm 

Like  some  eternal  hill. 


FEAR  NOT,   DAUGHTER  OF   ZION. 

Fear  not,  thou  daughter  of  Zion, 
He  Cometh,  He  cometh,  thy -King! 

He  cometh  in  lowly  greatness  ; 
Lift  up  thy  voice  and  sing ! 

He  hasteneth  with  love  and  blessing. 
With  glory  and  light  to  thee ; 

'Tis  the  day  of  the  great  salvation, 
'Tis  the  year  of  jubilee. 

As  the  Prince  of  peace  he  cometh. 
The  Desire  of  the  nations  He ; 

As  the  Bridegroom  He  appeareth, 
At  midnight ;  awake  and  see. 


FEAR   NOT,    DAUGHTER    OF    ZIOX.  127 

As  the  King  of  earth  He  cometh, 

As  the  theme  of  creation's  song ; 
Let  heaven  begin  the  chorus, 

And  earth  its  notes  prolong. 

He  cometh  to  spoil  the  spoiler, 

To  avenge  and  judge  and  reign ; 
He  cometh  to  bind  the  strong  one 

In  the  everlasting  chain. 

He  came  once  in  shame  and  weakness, 

As  the  bearer  of  human  sin ; 
He  cometh  in  royal  splendor 

His  kingdom  to  begin. 

He  hath  gone  to  receive  His  sceptre, 
He  returns  as  the  crowned  King ; 

Break  forth,  O  creation,  in  triumph, 
Oh,  lift  up  thy  voice  and  sing ! 

Fear  thou  not,  daughter  of  Zion, 
And  fear  not,  thou  burdened  earth, 

The  day  of  redemption  cometh, 
The  day  of  thy  second  birth  ! 


DENY  THYSELF. 

Thou  must  deny  thyself, 
And  take  up  now  thy  cross  ; 

Choosing  the  narrow  gate  and  way, 
Counting  all  gain  but  loss. 

Lay  every  weight  aside. 
And  for  the  appointed  race 

Gird  up  thy  loins,  press  on  and  up, 
Quickening  thy  tardy  pace. 

Watch  and  be  sober  still, 

Ye  who  have  known  the  w^ay ; 

Not  sons  of  midnight  or  of  gloom. 
But  of  the  light  and  day. 

No  truce  with  vanity, 

Or  this  world's  idle  show ; 

Lust  of  the  flesh  and  eye,  or  pride 
Of  life,  thou  must  not  know. 


DENY    THYSELF.  129 

Fix  ye  your  hearts  where  He, 

Your  Lord,  hath  His  abode ; 
For  ye  are  dead,  and  now  your  life 

Is  hid  with  Christ  in  God. 

Yes ;  dead  with  Christ  are  ye, 

And  risen  with  Him  each  one ; 
Seated  with  Him  at  God's  right  hand, 

Upon  the  heavenly  throne. 

Dead  to  the  world  then  be, 

Its  gayety  and  pride ; 
To  its  vain  pomp  and  beauty  be 

For  ever  crucified ! 

Him  whom  ye  love  it  smote. 

The  Christ  that  died  for  you  ; 
Love  not  the  world  that  hated  Him, 

The  world  thy  Lord  that  slew. 

Bright  is  the  world  to  come : 

It  will  you  well  repay ; 
So  shall  ye  be  true  sons  of  God, 

And  children  of  the  day. 
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JESUS   CHRIST   OUR   LORD. 

Se  nascens  dedit  socium, 
Convescens  in  edulium ; 
Se  moriens  in  pretium 
Se  regnans  dat  in  prsemiura. 

Old  Hymn. 

The  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  hath  died ! 

In  life,  in  death,  our  surety  He ; 
Within  the  tomb  of  rock  He  lay, 

And  with  Him  in  that  grave  were  we. 

The  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  now  lives ! 

Death  could  not  hold  Him  in  its  power ; 
He  rose  on  the  appointed  morn, 

And  we  were  with  Him  in  that  hour. 

The  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  hath  left 
This  earth,  and  to  the  Father  gone ; 

"With  Him  ascended  we  on  high, 
"With  Him  are  we  upon  His  throne. 


JESUS  CHRIST    OUR    LORD.  131 

The  Christ,  the  Son  of  God,  from  heaven 

Looks  down  upon  this  evil  earth ; 
And  we  with  Him  are  looking  down, 

Waiting  creation's  second  birth. 

Our  hearts  are  on  the  things  above. 
Where  He  doth  sit,  and  we  with  Him ; 

Heaven  is  around  us  with  its  light, 
And  earth  is  distant  all  and  dim. 

The  time  of  reigning  is  not  yet, 

And  yet  we  feel  as  it  had  come ; 
The  pilgrim-journey  is  not  past. 

And  yet  we  feel  as  if  at  home. 

Strange  mixture  of  the  low  and  high, 
Of  strife  and  peace,  of  earth  and  heaven. 

The  cross  and  crown,  the  bright  and  dark ;  — 
'Tis  night,  'tis  noon  ;  'tis  morn,  'tis  even. 

Still  in  the  flesh  we  burdened  groan,  — 
Our  strength  is  small,  our  friends  are  few ; 

Yet  are  we  risen  and  glorified, 

Old  things  have  passed,  —  all  things  are  new. 


132  JESUS    CHRIST    OUR   LORD. 

Our  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God ; 

When  He  who  is  our  life  descends, 
That  hidden  life  shall  be  unveiled, 

In  beauty  that  all  thought  transcends. 

And  we  shall  see  Him  as  He  is. 

And  we  shall  know  as  we  are  known ; 

His  bride,  His  love,  His  undefiled. 
The  sharers  of  His  endless  throne. 

The  day  when  He,  the  Son  of  God, 
Once  more  upon  this  earth  appears. 

Shall  be  the  last  of  time's  dark  course. 
The  first  of  the  eternal  years. 

The  day  when  He,  the  living  One, 
In  glory  and  in  light  shall  come, 

From  every  grave  shall  burst  a  song, 
And  death-sealed  lips  no  more  be  dumb. 

Where,  where,  O  death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 

And  where,  O  grave,  thy  victory  ? 
Death  has  been  swallowed  up  in  life. 

The  grave  in  immortality. 


HE     COMES. 

The  Master  is  come,  and  calleth ! 

He  speaketh  in  grace  to  thee ; 
Dost  thou  not  hear  Him  calling, 

"  Arise,  and  follow  me." 

He  comes  for  the  jjrreat  rewardino- 
Of  the  work  here  for  Him  done ; 

And  He  crowneth  His  faithful  servants 
With  His  everlasting  crown. 

The  Bridegroom  is  come,  and  calleth ! 

He  comes,  He  can  tarry  no  more ; 
He  comes  for  the  marriage  supper, 

With  the  marriage  joy  in  store. 

Arise,  and  follow  me  quickly,  — 
Thus  He  speaketh  to  thee  aloud ; 

Arise,  and  ascend  in  brightness 
Into  that  glorious  cloud. 


134  HE    COMES. 

Quit  now  at  last  the  chamber 
Of  long  and  loathsome  gloom, 

For  the  splendor  of  my  pavilion :  — 
The  marriage  day  is  come. 

The  Judge  is  come,  and  He  calleth 
Before  Him  the  sons  of  men ; 

Long,  long  has  His  voice  been  sounding, 
It  sounds  for  the  last  again. 

Its  echoes  across  the  ages 

Have  been  sounding  for  judgment  long ; 
As  the  noise  of  the  many  waters, 

As  the  voice  of  archangel  throng. 

'Tis  the  time  of  the  great  enthroning ; 

'Tis  the  day  of  wrath  and  doom ; 
*Tis  the  day  of  power  and  terror, 

And  the  sons  of  men  are  dumb. 


MY   HIGH   PRIEST. 

I  NEED  no  priest  save  Him  who  is  above ; 

No  altar  but  the  heavenly  mercy-seat ; 
Through  these  there  flows  to  me  the  pardoning  love, 

And  thus  in  holy  peace  my  God  I  meet. 

I  need  no  blood  but  that  of  Golgotha ; 

No  sacrifice  save  that  which,  on  the  tree, 
Was  offered  once,  without  defect  or  flaw, 

And  which,  unchanged,  availeth  still  for  me. 

I  need  no  vestments  save  the  linen  white, 

"With  which  my  high  priest  clothes  my  filthy  soul ; 

He  shares  with  me  His  seamless  raiment  bright. 
And  I  in  Him  am  thus  complete  and  whole. 

I  leave  to  those  who  love  the  gay  parade, 
The  gold,  the  purple,  and  the  scarlet  dye ; 

Mine  be  the  robe  which  cannot  rend  or  fade. 
For  ever  fair  in  the  eternal  eye. 


136  THE    CRY    OF    THE   NEEDY. 

I  need  no  pardon  save  of  Him  who  says, 
"  Neither  do  I  condemn  thee,  go  in  peace ; " 

My  Counsellor,  Confessor,  Guide  he  is, 
My  joy  in  grief,  in  bondage  my  release. 

Forgiven  through  Him  who  died  and  rose  on  high, 
My  conscience  from  dead  works  thus  purged  and  clean, 

I  serve  the  service  of  true  love  and  joy ; 
And  live  by  faith  upon  a  Christ  unseen. 


THE   CRY   OF   THE   NEEDY. 

Holy  Father,  mighty  God, 
Fountain  of  all  blessing, 

Hear  us  when  on  Thee  we  call. 
Thy  great  name  confessing ! 

Well-spring  of  all  peace  and  grace, 

Give  us  to  behold  Thy  face. 

Holy  Saviour,  Son  of  God, 

Fulness  of  all  blessing. 
Save  us  when  to  Thee  we  come, 

Thy  great  name  confessing ! 


THE    HEAVENWARD    MARCH.  13' 

Grant  us  heavenly  joy  and  rest ; 
Bless  us  and  we  shall  be  blest« 

Holy  Spirit,  Light  and  Love, 

Giver  of  all  blessing, 
Shine  on  us  when  thus  we  come, 

Thy  great  name  confessing. 
Mighty  Comforter,  impart 
Comfort  to  the  troubled  heart. 


THE   HEAVENWARD   MARCH. 

We  leave  now  behind  us 
The  world  and  its  crowd ; 

We  set  now  before  us 
The  home  of  our  God. 

We  take  up  our  cross  now 

To  follow  the  Lamb, 
We  close  round  His  banner, 

For  glory  or  shame. 


138   THE  BLOOD  THAT  SPEAKETH  BETTER  THINGS. 

We  take  up  the  armor 

Our  Captain  hath  given, 
The  sword  and  the  breastplate, 

The  helmet  of  heaven. 

In  faith  thus  defying 

The  foe  and  the  sin, 
"We  fight  our  life's  battle ; 

We  fight  and  we  win. 


THE   BLOOD   THAT   SPEAKETH   BETTER 
THINGS. 

No,  not  the  love  without  the  blood ; 

That  were  to  me  no  love  at  all ; 
It  could  not  reach  my  sinful  soul. 

Nor  hush  the  fears  which  me  appall. 

I  need  the  love,  I  need  the  blood, 

I  need  the  grace,  the  cross,  the  grave, 

I  need  the  resurrection-power, 

A  soul  like  mine  to  purge  and  save. 


THE  BLOOD  THAT  SPEAKETH  BETTER  THINGS.       139 

The  love  I  need  is  righteous  love, 

Inscribed  on  the  sin-bearing  tree, 
Love  that  exacts  the  sinner's  debt, 

Yet  in  exacting  sets  him  free  ; 

Love  that  condemns  the  sinner's  sin. 

Yet  in  condemning  pardon  seals  ; 
That  saves  from  righteous  wrath,  and  yet, 

Li  saving,  righteousness  reveals ; 

Love  boundless  as  Jehovah's  self, 

Love  holy  as  His  righteous  law. 
Love  unsolicited,  unbought, 

The  love  proclaimed  on  Golgotha. 

This  is  the  love  that  calms  my  heart. 

That  soothes  each  conscience-pang  within, 

That  pacifies  my  guilty  dread, 

And  frees  me  from  the  power  of  sin ; 

The  love  that  blotteth  out  each  stain, 

That  plucketh  hence  each  deadly  sting,    • 

That  fills  me  with  the  peace  of  God, 
Unseals  my  lips  and  bids  me  sing ; 


140  THE    BOOK    OF    GOD. 

The  love  that  liberates  and  saves, 

That  this  poor  straitened  soul  expands, 

That  lifts  me  to  the  heaven  of  heavens, 
The  shrine  above,  not  made  with  hands ; 

The  love  that  quickens  into  zeal, 

That  makes  me  self-denied  and  true, 

That  leads  me  out  of  what  is  old, 
And  brings  me  into  what  is  new ; 

That  purifies  and  cheers  and  calms. 
That  knows  no  change  and  no  decay ; 

The  love  that  loves  for  evermore. 
Celestial  sunshine,  endless  day. 


THE   BOOK  OF   GOD. 

Thy  thoughts  are  here,  my  God, 
Expressed  in  words  divine, 

The  utterance  of  heavenly  lips 
In  every  sacred  line. 


THE    BOOK    OF    GOD.  141 

Across  the  ages  they 

Have  reached  us  from  afar, 
Than  the  bright  gold  more  golden  they, 

Purer  than  jDurest  star. 

More  durable  they  stand 

Than  the  eternal  hills  ; 
Far  sweeter  and  more  musical 

Than  music  of  earth's  rills. 

Fairer  in  their  fair  hues 

Than  the  fresh  flowers  of  earth, 
More  fragrant  than  the  fragrant  climes 

Where  odors  have  their  birth. 

Each  word  of  Thine  a  gem 

From  the  celestial  mines, 
A  sunbeam  from  that  holy  heaven 

Where  holy  sunlight  shines. 

Thine,  Thine,  this  book,  though  given 

In  man's  poor  human  speech. 
Telling  of  things  unseen,  unheard. 

Beyond  all  human  reach. 


142  THE    BOOK    OF    GOD. 

No  strength  it  craves  or  needs 
*       From  this  world's  wisdom  vain ; 
No  filling  up  from  human  wells, 
Or  sublunary  rain. 

No  light  from  sons  of  time, 
Nor  brilliance  from  its  gold, 

It  sparkles  with  its  own  glad  light, 
As  in  the  ages  old. 

A  thousand  hammers  keen 
With  fiery  force  and  strain, 

Brought  down  on  it  in  rage  and  hate, 
Have  struck  this  gem  in  vain. 

Against  this  sea-swept  rock 
Ten  thousand  storms  their  will 

Of  foam  and  rage  have  wildly  spent ; 
It  lifts  its  calm  face  still. 

It  standeth  and  will  stand, 
"Without  or  change  or  age. 

The  word  of  majesty  and  light, 
The  church's  heritage. 


BRING  THE   BRIGHT   DAY. 

Bring  the  bright  day  to  me, 
Light  up  its  joy  within ; 

Thy  heavenly  sunshine,  Lord, 
In  all  its  joy  pour  in. 

Pour  in  Thy  heavenly  health, 
Remove  all  pain  and  ill ; 

"With  strength  divine  and  true, 
My  feeble  being  fill. 

Fill,  and  it  shall  be  filled, 
This  empty  soul  of  mine ; 

With  Thy  all-quickening  sap, 
Fill  me,  Thou  living  Vine. 

Thou  living  Vine,  me  fill, 

Dead  though  I  long  have  been. 

Until  each  withered  branch 
Shall  freshen  into  orreen. 


144  COMMUNION. 

Speak  but  the  quickening  word, 
And  death  shall  quickly  die, 

This  mortal  is  exchanged 
For  immortality. 


COMMUNION. 

One  Christ  we  feed  upon,  one  living  Christ, 
"Who  once  was  dead,  but  lives  for  ever  now ; 

One  is  the  cup  of  blessing  which  we  bless. 

True  symbol  of  the  blood  which  from  the  cross  did 
flow. 

Oh,  feed  me  daily  on  the  living  bread, 
Refresh  me  hourly  with  the  living  wine, 

Oh,  satisfy  my  famished  soul  with  food. 

And  quench  my  thirst  with  fruit  of  the  eternal  vine. 

Thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed,  my  God  and  Lord, 
Thy  blood  is  drink  indeed  for  evermore ; 

On  Thee  alone  I  feed,  of  Thee  I  drink. 

That  into  this  sick  soul  the  heavenly  health  may 
pour. 


COMMUNION.  145 

Mj  life,  my  everlasting  life  art  Thou, 

My  health,  my  joy,  my  strength,  I  owe  to  Thee ; 

Because  Thou  livest,  I  shall  also  live. 

And  where  Thou  art  in  glory,  there  I  too  shall  be. 

Thou  laith  us,  and  Thou  in  us,  —  this  is  life ; 

All  that  the  Father  is,  in  Thee  we  see ; 
O  Christ  of  God,  what  art  Thou  not  to  us, 

And  what  of  wealth  is  there  we  may  not  find  in  Thee ! 

Great  All  in  all,  eternal  Word  made  flesh, 

Alpha  and  Omega,  creation's  King ; 
The  church's  Head,  the  church's  Bridegroom  too, 

Thee,  blessed  Saviour,  Thee,  we  celebrate  and  sing. 

Chief  of  ten  thousand,  lovely  and  beloved, 
The  Rose  of  Sharon,  ever  fresh  and  fair, 

In  Thee  is  all  created  beauty  found, 
All  uncreated  excellence  is  truly  there. 

O  Christ,  we  praise  Thee  for  Thy  glory  great. 
But  for  Thy  death  of  love  we  praise  Thee  most ; 

We  praise  Thee,  Son  of  the  eternal  God, 

We  praise  the  Father  too,  we  praise  the  Holy  Ghost. 
10 


BEAR  THOU  MY  BURDEN. 

Bear  Thou  my  burden,  Thou  who  bear'st  my  sin, 
Both  are  too  heavy,  Lord,  for  me  to  bear. 

Oh,  take  them,  call  them  Thine;   yes.  Thine,  though 
mine ; 
And  give  me  calm  repose  in  hours  of  fear  and  care. 

Let  me  not  fret  because  of  evil  men  ; 

Smooth  Thou  each  angry  ripple  of  my  soul. 
Reviled,  oh,  let  me  not  revile  again. 

And  ever  let  Thy  hand  my  rising  warmth  control. 

Let  not  my  peace  be  broken  when  the  wrong 
Conquers  the  right ;  but  let  me  still  wait  on ; 

The  day  of  right  is  coming,  late,  but  long,  — 

Long  right  beneath  the  sway  of  the  all-righteous  One. 

When  truth  is  overborne  and  error  reigns, 
When  clamor  lords  it  over  patient  love. 

Give  the  brave  calmness  which  from  wrath  refrains. 
Yet  from  the  steadfast  course  declines  one  foot  to 
move. 


THE    GIFT    OF   PEACE.  147 

When  love  no  refuge  finds  but  silent  faith, 

When  meekness  fain  would  hide  its  heavy  head, 

When  trustful  truth,  shunning  the  words  of  wrath, 
Waits  for  the  day  of  right,  so  long,  so  long  delayed ; 

Beneath  the  load  of  crosses  and  of  cares  ; 

Of  thwarted  plans,  of  rude  and  spiteful  words ; 
Oh,  bear  me  up,  when  this  weak  flesh  despairs, 

And  the  one  arm  which  faith  can  lean  on  is  the 
Lord's. 


THE   GIFT  OF   PEACE. 

We  take  the  peace  which  He  hath  won, 
The  peace  which  by  His  cross  was  made ; 

He  is  our  peace  who  maketh  one ! 
The  reconciling  blood  is  shed. 

He  the  long  enmity  hath  slain, 

The  quarrel  between  man  and  God  ; 

And  He,  at  last,  love's  righteous  reign 
Hath  stablished  by  His  precious  blood. 


148  THE    GIFT    OF   PEACE. 

The  night  that  on  time's  primal  day, 
So  sadly,  suddenly,  came  down, 

His  rising  light  hath  swept  away. 
The  midnight  and  the  darkness  gone. 

We  take  the  triumph  he  has  bought 
For  us,  when  He  the  spoiler  slew. 

The  liberty  which  He  hath  brought 
From  heaven  to  earth,  divine  and  true. 

We  take  the  pardon  which  He  gives,  — 
True  root  and  spring  of  holy  fear ; 

We  take  the  life  that  ever  lives, 
And  enter  upon  sonship  here. 

He  that  believes  is  not  condemned ! 

That  is  our  watchword  and  our  song ; 
Thus  unalarmed  and  unashamed, 

In  light  and  joy  we  pass  along. 

'Tis  God  that  justifies !     Amen. 

Who  shall  condemn  His  justified  ? 
If  God  be  on  our  side,  who  then 

Can  harm  those  for  whom  Jesus  died  ? 


THE    GIFT    OF   PEACE.  149 

He  died,  but  rose,  for  life  was  His ; 

His  resurrection-joy  was  ours  ; 
Ours  His  eternal  victories 

O'er  principalities  and  powers. 

In  place  of  honor  and  of  rest 

He  sits,  our  mighty  Advocate, 
Our  names  engraven  on  His  breast ; 

Who  from  His  love  can  separate  ? 

Yes :  He  hath  entered  into  rest, 

And  we  with  Him  shall  enter  there ; 

Our  place,  our  home  among  the  blest, 
He  hath  ascended  to  prepare. 

Near  hope,  and  dear !     It  says.  Be  still. 

Care,  trouble,  weariness,  depart ; 
With  thoughts  of  coming  rest,  oh,  fill 

Each  region  of  this  restless  heart. 


LIFE'S   PRAISE. 

Fill  Thou  my  life,  O  Lord  my  God, 
In  every  part  with  praise ; 

That  my  whole  being  may  proclaim 
Thy  being  and  Thy  ways. 

Not  for  the  lip  of  praise  alone, 
Nor  even  the  praising  heart, 

I  ask,  but  for  a  life  made  up 
Of  praise  in  every  part. 

Praise  in  the  common  things  of  life, 

Its  goings  out  and  in. 
Praise  in  each  duty  and  each  deed, 

However  small  and  mean. 

Praise  in  the  common  words  I  speak, 
Life's  common  looks  and  tones. 

In  intercourse  at  hearth  or  board 
With  my  beloved  ones. 


life's  praise.  151 

Not  in  the  temple-crowd  alone, 

Where  holy  voices  chime, 
But  in  the  silent  paths  of  earth, 

The  quiet  rooms  of  time. 

Upon  the  bed  of  weariness, 

With  fevered  eye  and  brain  ; 
Or  standing  by  another's  couch 

Watching  the  pulse  of  pain. 

Enduring  wrong,  reproach,  or  loss, 

With  sweet  and  steadfast  will ; 
Loving  and  blessing  those  who  hate. 

Returning  good  for  ill. 

Surrendering  my  fondest  will 

In  things  or  great  or  small, 
Seeking  the  good  of  others  still, 

Nor  pleasing  self  at  all. 

Fill  every  part  of  me  with  praise ; 

Let  all  my  being  speak 
Of  Thee  and  of  Thy  love,  O  Lord, 

Poor  though  I  be,  and  weak. 


152  '    POST-COMMUNION    HYMN. 

So  shalt  Thou,  Lord,  from  me,  even  me, 

Receive  the  glory  due, 
And  so  shall  I  begin  on  earth 

The  song  for  ever  new. 

So  shall  each  fear,  each  fret,  each  care, 

Be  turned  into  song ; 
And  every  winding  of  the  way 

The  echo  shall  prolong. 

So  shall  no  part  of  day  or  night 

From  sacredness  be  free. 
But  all  my  life,  in  every  step, 

Be  fellowship  with  Thee. 


POST-COMMUNION  HYMN. 

Now  in  parting.  Father,  bless  us  ; 

Saviour,  still  Thy  peace  bestow ; 
Gracious  Comforter,  be  with  us. 

As  we  from  Thy  table  go ! 
Bless  us,  bless  us. 

Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  now  ! 


EVER    WITH    THEE.  153 

Bless  us  here,  while  still  as  strangers, 
Onward  to  our  home  we  move ; 

Bless  us  with  eternal  blessings. 
In  our  Father's  house  above. 

Ever,  ever, 
Dwellino:  in  the  light  of  love. 


EVER  WITH   THEE. 

Not  in  silence  only, 

Nor  in  the  solitude, 
Let  my  thoughts  rise  to  Thee  in  praise. 

My  God,  so  great,  so  good ; 

But  'mid  the  din  and  noise 

Of  city  conflict  rude ; 
In  crowded  street,  where  daily  pours 

The  hurrying  multitude. 

Not  on  the  mountain  only, 

Or  by  the  lonely  sea. 
Or  in  the  forest's  quiet  shade, 

Let  my  soul  rise  to  Thee ; 


154  EVER    WITH    THEE. 

But  in  the  hum  of  men, 
Amid  the  market-crowd, 

The  press  of  mammon-worshippers 
With  voices  fierce  and  loud. 

Not  in  the  morning  only, 
Or  midnight  calm  and  still, 

When  the  tired  day-breeze  lies  at  rest 
On  the  fir-shaded  hill ; 

But  all  the  bustling  day, 

'Mid  toil  and  weariness. 
Hour  crowding  upon  troubled  hour, 

Like  waves  that  never  cease. 

Not  on  the  Sabbath  only. 
In  the  dear  house  of  prayer. 

Where  earthly  din  cannot  intrude, 
And  only  God  is  there ; 

But  all  week  long,  in  spite 

Of  care  and  vanity ;  — 
That  thus,  even  in  the  crowd,  I  may 

Be  still  alone  with  Thee. 


LET  US   NOT   REND   IT. 

Seamless  and  fair ! 

Let  us  not  rend  Thy  perfect  raiment,  Lord  ! 
But  ever  keep  it  whole  throughout, 

Maintaining  in  Thy  church  a  blest  accord. 

Let  all  be  one  ! 

One  church,  one  faith,  one  love,  one  hope,  one  joy, 
One  Bridegroom,  and  one  holy  Bride,  — 

This  unity  divine  let  none  destroy. 

One  temple  vast ! 

Builded  of  living  stones  by  Thine  own  hand, 
One  household,  and  one  brotherhood. 

Knit  all  together  by  love's  perfect  band. 

Let  truth  prevail ! 

Truth  ever  true,  not  shifting  with  the  wind. 
Walk  we  in  light,  as  sons  of  noon  ; 

The  shadows  that  divide  us  left  behind. 


156  UNSPEAKABLE    WORDS. 

Let  love  prevail ! 

Love  the  most  excellent  of  gifts  divine ; 
The  love  that  seeketh  not  her  own, 

Long-suffering  love,  all-patient,  Lord,  like  Thine ! 

Let  love  prevail ! 

The  love  that  envies  not,  that  thinks  no  ill, 
That  faileth  not,  but  ever  lives, 

All  things  believing,  hoping,  bearing  still. 

So  be  it.  Lord ! 

Even  here  on  earth,  where  all  things  broken  lie. 
So  shall  it  be  in  love's  own  day. 

In  love's  own  kingdom  everlastingly. 


UNSPEAKABLE  WORDS. 

a()f)7]Ta  (njnara.  —  2  Cor.  xii.  4. 

Words  then  there  are  in  that  high  sphere, 

Where  the  third  heavens  spread  wide  their  day ; 

Yet  words  which  none  below  may  hear. 
Who  still  amid  this  din  and  darkness  stay. 


UNSPEAKABLE    WOKDS.  157 

O  Eden  of  the  sorrowless, 

The  anchorage  of  weary  souls, 
Where  the  King's  city  has  its  place, 

And  where  the  living  stream  in  crystal  rolls ! 

Words  then  there  are,  and  lips  that  speak, 
And  ears  that  hear  the  wondrous  tones, 

And  hearts  that  feel,  but  do  not  break. 

And  voices,  strange  and  sweet,  of  heavenly  ones. 

We  hear,  and  love,  and  listen  still. 

The  sounds  enchain  us  as  they  fall ; 
But  they  are  words  unspeakable, 

They  cannot,  must  not  pass  the  jasper-wall. 

Man  may  not  utter  them  to  man. 

They  are  for  those  who  gave  them  birth ; 

Not  heard  in  any  sphere,  save  one. 
Unfit  for  listeners  on  this  sinful  earth. 

By  sinless  lips  to  sinless  ears. 

From  sinless  hearts,  they  named  must  be, 
Not  for  this  land  of  days  and  years, 

This  home  of  darkness  and  mortality. 


158  UNSPEAKABLE    WORDS. 

But  he  who  heard  the  unspeakable 

Sure  never  could  forget  them  more ; 
He  may  not  speak,  but  he  must  feel, 

Must  brood  in  secret  o'er  his  hidden  store,  — 

A  treasure  in  his  deepest  heart. 

The  gold  of  gold,  of  gems  the  gem, 
Relics  with  which  he  must  not  part. 

Of  the  far-off  and  fair  Jerusalem. 

From  that  strange  hour  when  first  he  heard, 

With  ears  unused  to  such  a  sound, 
The  glorious  and  unearthly  word. 

How  would  he  henceforth  tread  this  lower  ground ! 

Truth  upon  which  his  soul  may  muse, 
And  musing  burn,  and  burning  glow ; 

But  which  he  must  not  here  disclose. 

Nor  breathe  to  fellow-mortal  here  below  ! 

A  man  with  treasure  in  his  heart, 

Imported  from  the  heaven  of  heaven, 
With  gladness  he  may  not  impart,  — 

For  him  alone,  in  grace,  divinely  given ! 


UNSPEAKABLE    WORDS.  159 

The  heaven  above  had  been  to  him 

The  kindling  of  a  heaven  below ; 
Yet  still  he  gazes  on  the  dim, 

And  still  he  dwells  amid  the  sin  and  woe. 

Unutterable  words  !     Oh,  how 

To  know  you  does  the  spirit  long ! 
Who  spoke  you  ?     In  what  language  too  ? 

And  were  ye  parable,  or  psalm,  or  song  ? 

And  were  ye  all  of  things  above  ? 

Or  did  ye  this  low  earth  concern  ? 
And  were  ye  joy,  or  were  ye  love  ? 

And  did  ye  sweetly  soothe,  or  did  ye  burn  ? 

And  did  ye  speak  of  ages  past ; 

Or  tell  of  ages  yet  to  come  ? 
Of  Him,  the  eternal  First  and  Last, 

What  He  is  yet  to  do,  what  He  hath  done  ? 

As  on  the  lone  and  silent  hill, 

Did  ye  recall  the  great  decease 
Of  Golgotha,  and  Him  reveal,  — 

The  risen  Christ,  the  ascended  Prince  of  peace  ? 


160  UNSPEAKABLE    WORDS. 

As  'neath  the  lonely  Patmos  skj, 
Did  ye  the  coming  King  proclaim  ? 

The  glory  and  the  victory, 

The  ending  of  earth's  day  of  death  and  shame  ? 

And  did  ye  strike  the  key-note  clear 

Of  the  great  everlasting  psalm, 
Yet  to  be  sung  by  dwellers  here,  — 

Glory  to  God  on  high,  and  to  the  Lamb  ? 

It  matters  not ;  the  treasure  hid 

Within  that  heart  shall  yet  be  found ; 

To  speak  no  longer  then  forbid, 

He  shall  make  known  the  long-unuttered  sound. 

The  notes  that  died  with  him  shall  rise, 
We  yet  shall  hear  the  treasured  strain ; 

Each  word  which  now  unuttered  lies. 
Shall  all  be  fully,  truly  spoken  then. 


JUXTA   CRUCEM. 

From  the  cross  the  blood  is  falling, 
And  to  us  a  voice  is  calling 

Like  a  trumpet  silver-clear. 
'Tis  the  voice  announcing  pardon, 
It  is  finished  is  its  burden, 

Pardon  to  the  far  and  near. 

Peace  that  precious  blood  is  sealing, 
All  our  wounds  for  ever  healing, 

And  removing  every  load ; 
Words  of  peace  that  voice  has  spoken, 
Peace  that  shall  no  more  be  broken, 

Peace  between  the  soul  and  God. 

Love  its  fulness  there  unfolding, 
Stand  we  here  in  joy  beholding. 

To  the  exiled  sons  of  men  ; 
Love  the  gladness  past  all  naming. 
Of  an  open  heaven  proclaiming. 

Love  that  bids  us  enter  in. 
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162  DIVINE    LOVE. 

God  is  love  ;  —  we  read  the  writing 
Traced  so  deeply  in  the  smiting 

Of  the  glorious  Surety  there. 
God  is  light  ;  —  we  see  it  beaming 
Like  a  heavenly  dayspring  gleaming 

So  divinely  sweet  and  fair. 

Cross  of  shame,  yet  tree  of  glory, 
Round  thee  winds  the  one  great  story 

Of  this  ever-changing  earth  ; 
Centre  of  the  true  and  holy. 
Grave  of  human  sin  and  folly. 

Womb  of  nature's  second  birth. 


DIVINE   LOVE. 


0  love  invisible,  yet  infinite, 

I  cast  myself  into  thy  sure  embrace. 

O  light  of  God,  shine  through  this  cloudy  night ; 
0  God  of  light,  unveil  Thy  gladdening  face. 


DIVINE    LOVE.  163 

Happy  in  knowing  Thee,  my  Lord  and  God ; 

Happy  in  finding  Thee,  my  treasure  true ; 
Happy  in  following  Thee  through  ill  and  good, 

In  toiling  for  Thee,  and  in  suffering  too. 

Clear-written  on  the  cross  I  read  Thy  love ; 

Thy  love  is  there,  and  there  Thy  power  I  see ; 
The  power  that  comes  with  healing  from  above, 

That  brings  to  us  a  heavenly  liberty. 

What  is  the  love  to  me  without  the  cross  ? 

And  what  the  cross  without  the  love,  O  Lord  ? 
All  sin  and  weakness  I ;  —  it  is  the  cross 

That  to  my  broken  soul  doth  health  afford. 

0  love  that  passeth  knowledge,  thee  I  need  ; 

Pour  in  the  heavenly  sunshine ;  fill  my  heart ; 
Scatter  the  cloud,  the  doubting,  and  the  dread. 

The  joy  unspeakable  to  me  impart. 

0  love  that  passeth  knowledge,  shine  on  me 
As  through  these  sunless  solitudes  I  wind ; 

Brighten  my  path,  give  buoyant  hberty. 
Nerve  for  the  fiorht,  unburden  and  unbind. 


PSALM  TO    CHRIST. 

Lord  Jesus  Christ,  our  God  and  King ! 
This  sacrifice  of  song  we  bring ; 

And  Thy  name  we  magnify ! 
Son  of  the  Blessed,  Thee  we  praise, 
Ancient  of  heaven's  eternal  days, 

Thee,  O  Christ,  we  glorify ! 

Blessed  and  only  Potentate, 
Thee  in  our  hymns  we  celebrate; 

Son  of  God  and  Son  of  man ; 
True  speaker  of  the  gracious  words. 
Yet  King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords, 

Faithful  and  unchanging  One  ! 

Great  First  and  Last,  the  Christ  of  God, 
From  Jesse's  stem  the  regal  rod, 
Prince  of  life,  and  Prince  of  peace ! 


PSALM    TO    CHRIST.  165 

Great  King  of  saints  and  King  of  kings, 
Still  night  and  day  Thy  Church  Thee  sings, 
Never  shall  Thy  glories  cease. 

Thee,  Thee  we  hail,  now  seen  afar, 
Herald  of  day,  fair  morning-star, 

Light  of  life,  creation's  sun ; 
Bright  day-spring  of  our  clouded  sky 
Rising  in  gladness  from  on  high. 

Glorious  and  unsetting  sun ! 

Heir  of  all  things,  creation's  head, 
And  first-begotten  of  the  dead ; 

All  whose  dying  now  is  o'er; 
We  praise  Thee  with  the  Spirit  one, 
The  Father's  co-eternal  Son, 

Praise  we  give  Thee  evermore ! 


THE    SONG   OF   THE   LAMB. 

Into  the  heaven  of  the  heavens  hath  He  gone ; 
Sitteth  He  now  in  the  joy  of  the  throne ; 
Weareth  He  now  of  the  kingdom  the  crown ; 
Singeth  He  now  the  new  song  with  His  own. 

Dwelleth  the  light  of  the  glory  with  Him, 
Light  of  a  glory  that  cannot  grow  dim, 
Light  in  its  silence  and  beauty  and  calm, 
Light  in  its  gladness  and  brightness  and  balm. 

Past  are  the  darkness,  the  storm,  and  the  war, 
Come  is  the  radiance  that  sparkled  afar, 
Breaketh  the  gleam  of  the  day  without  end, 
Riseth  the  sun  that  shall  never  descend. 

Soundeth  the  heaven  of  the  heavens  with  His  name, 
Hingeth  the  earth  with  His  glory  and  fame, 
Ocean  and  mountain,  stream,  forest,  and  flower. 
Echo  His  praises  and  tell  of  His  power. 


THE    SONG    OF    THE    LAMB.  167 

Ever  ascendeth  tlie  song  and  the  joy, 
Ever  descendeth  the  love  from  on  high, 
Blessing  and  honor  and  glory  and  praise, 
This  is  the  theme  of  the  hymns  that  we  raise. 

Life  of  all  life,  and  true  Light  of  all  light, 
Star  of  the  dawning,  unchangingly  bright, 
Sun  of  the  Salem  whose  lamp  is  the  Lamb, 
Theme  of  the  ever-new,  ever-glad  psalm ! 

Give  we  the  glory  and  praise  to  the  Lamb, 
Take  we  the  robe  and  the  harp  and  the  palm. 
Sing  we  the  song  of  the  Lamb  that  was  slain. 
Dying  in  weakness,  but  rising  to  reign. 

Blessing  and  honor  and  glory  and  power. 
Wisdom  and  riches  and  strength  evermore, 
Give  ye  to  Him  who  our  battle  hath  won. 
Whose  are  the  kingdom,  the  crown,  and  the  tlirone. 


PRAISE. 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father, 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit, 

Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One ; 
Glory,  glory. 

While  eternal  ages  run  ! 

Glory  be  to  Him  who  loved  us. 

Washed  us  from  each  spot  and  stain ; 

Glory  be  to  Him  who  bought  us. 
Made  us  kings  with  Him  to  reign ; 

Glory,  glory. 
To  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain. 

Glory  to  the  King  of  angels. 
Glory  to  the  Church's  King, 

Glory  to  the  King  of  nations, 

Heaven  and  earth  your  praises  bring ; 

Glory,  glory, 
To  the  King  of  glory  bring ! 


HOLY    SLEEP.  169 

Glory,  blessing,  praise  eternal ! 

Thus  the  choir  of  angels  sings  ; 
Honor,  riches,  power,  dominion  ! 

Thus  its  praise  creation  brings ; 
Glory,  glory, 

Glory  to  the  King  of  kings ! 


HOLY     SLEEP. 

John  xi.  12. 

Lord,  if  he  sleep  he  shall  do  well ! 

How  sweet,  in  such  a  world  as  this, 
To  lie  unconscious  of  each  spell 

That  works  our  daily  weariness. 

Lord,  if  he  sleep  he  shall  do  well ! 

We  will  not  grudge  his  earlier  gain. 
Could  he  now  speak,  would  he  not  tell 

Of  joy  begun,  of  ended  pain  ? 

Lord,  if  he  sleep  he  shall  do  well ! 

We  would  not  break  his  longed-for  sleep, 
Nor  ask  him  back,  with  us  to  dwell, 

With  us  to  suffer  and  to  weep. 


170  HOLT    SLEEP. 

Lord,  if  he  sleep  he  shall  do  well ! 

The  resurrection-morn  is  nigh  ; 
Awake,  ye  in  the  dust  who  dwell, 

Awake,  ascend  with  song  on  high. 

How  sweet  to  shut  out  time  and  sense, 
Visions  and  vanities  and  dreams  ; 

Earth's  glare  so  withering  and  intense, 
Toil's  hourly  burdens,  pleasure's  gleams. 

In  death  to  leave  all  death  behind, 
From  sickness  and  from  pain  to  fly ; 

And  in  the  dreaded  grave  to  find 
The  gate  of  immortality. 

To  leave  behind  the  fear,  the  doubt. 
The  care,  the  fret,  the  restlessness, 

That  poisoned  life,  and  to  shut  out 
Alike  the  failure  and  success. 

We  cannot  trust  these  eyes  and  ears. 
Sweet  though  it  is  to  hear  and  see ; 

They  are  the  messengers  of  fears. 
The  gates  of  ill  and  vanity. 


HOLY    SLEEP.  171 

"We  cannot  trust  these  ears  and  eyes ; 

The  daily  inlets  they  of  sin ! 
How  sweet  to  shut  out  earthly  lies, 

And  be  with  heavenly  truth  shut  in ! 

These  eyes  and  ears  we  cannot  trust, 

They  work  us  hourly  woe  within ; 
How  sweet  to  close  them  in  the  dust, 

And  be  with  God  alone  shut  in ! 

These  gates  how  gladly  should  we  close 
Against  the  ills  that  through  them  roll ;  — 

The  crafty  and  mysterious  foes, 

That  through  the  body  rob  the  soul. 

The  tomb  is  dark;  we  need  no  eyes  ; 

It  speaks  not;  and  we  need  no  ears; 
The  veil  descends  and  cannot  rise ;  — 

Farewell  our  struggles  and  our  tears ! 

Lord,  if  he  sleep  he  shall  do  well ! 

In  sleep  like  this  he  taketh  rest ; 
He  lieth  down  corruptible, 

He  riseth  in  Thine  image  blest. 


172     THE  SONG  UPON  THE  SEA.  OF  GLASS. 

For  he  who  sleeps  in  Thee  sleeps  well ; 

All  earth  shut  out,  all  heaven  shut  in. 
Though  damp  the  couch  and  dark  the  cell, 

They  dwell  in  light  who  sleep  within. 


THE  SONG  UPON  THE   SEA  OF   GLASS. 

PtEV.  XV.  2-4. 

A  SEA  of  glass  I  saw, 

Mingled  with  fire  it  seemed ; 
Upon  it  stood  the  conquerors. 

The  host  of  the  redeemed. 

They  had  the  harps  of  God, 

And  a  new  song  they  sung ; 
The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb 

I  heard  from. every  tongue. 

Right,  great,  and  marvellous, 

Lord  God  of  might,  they  cry, 
Thy  works  are ;  just  and  true  Thy  ways. 

Thou  King  of  saints  most  high. 


creation's  soxg.  173 

Who  shall  not  fear  Thee,  Lord, 

And  Thee,  Jehovah,  own  ? 
Who  shall  not  glorify  Thy  name, 

The  only  holy  One  ? 

All  nations  now  shall  come. 

And  to  Thee  homage  yield ; 
For  all  Thy  righteous  judgments,  Lord, ' 

Are  now  at  last  revealed. 


CREATION'S   SONG. 

To  Him  who  spread  the  skies. 

Who  formed  the  sea  and  earth, 
Creating  all  so  good. 

To  Him  who  gave  us  birth,  — 

To  Him  be  glory,  honor  given, 

From  sons  of  earth  and  hosts  of  heaven. 

To  God  on  high  be  praise, 

The  everlasting  One, 
Glorious  in  power  and  love. 
Who  spake,  and  it  was  done ; 

Who  with  His  gifts  our  world  did  fill ; 
Who  giveth  all  things  freely  still. 


174  creation's  song. 

In  Him  for  evermore, 

Ye  sons  of  men,  be  glad  ; 
In  God,  your  God,  rejoice, 
He  lifteth  up  your  head ; 

He  toucheth,  and  the  sickness  flies ; 
He  speaketh,  and  the  dead  arise. 

Him  praise  and  magnify. 

Sun,  moon,  and  every  star ; 
His  name  exalt  on  high. 
Creation  near  and  far ! 

To  Him,  the  God  of  earth  and  heaven. 
All  blessing  and  all  praise  be  given. 

Unto  the  Father  sing 

The  everlasting  song ; 
Unto  the  Son  the  praise 
Eternally  prolong ; 

Unto  the  Holy  Spirit  sing,  — 
The  one  Jehovah,  Lord  and  King. 


THE   THORN  IN   THE   FLESH. 

Crucem  tuam  qui  portasti, 
Et  nos  lapses  reparasti 

Propriis  doloribus; 
Fac  nos  ipsos  abnegare 
Crucem  nostram  bajulare, 

Sanctis  in  operibus. 

Lord,  may  I  plead  with  Thee,  pluck  out  this  thorn, 
And  bid  at  length  this  messenger  depart  ? 

Or  still  must  all  these  buffetings  be  borne, 

And  still  the  endurance  of  the  long,  long  smart  ? 

To  keep  me  feeble,  that  Thy  power  alone 
May  be  revealed  in  this  my  weakness  still ; 

That  Thou  may'st  be  exalted,  I  brought  down, 
Thou  glorified,  I  moulded  to  Thy  will ;  — 

Is  such  Thy  purpose  with  me,  0  my  God  ? 

Peace  then,  my  soul ;  and  hush,  impatient  cries ! 
I  take  the  thorn,  and  I  accept  the  rod, 

And  glory  only  in  infirmities. 


176  LOVE    OUR   RESTING-PLACE. 

Welcome  the  weary,  bitter  buffeting ! 

'Tis  Satan's  messenger  ;  yet  all  is  love  ; 
His  sharpest  thorn  for  me  has  lost  its  sting, 

And  comes,  a  gentle  angel  from  above. 


LOVE   OUR   RESTING-PLACE. 

On  the  great  love  of  God  I  lean, 

Love  of  the  Infinite,  Unseen, 

With  nought  of  heaven  or  earth  between. 
This  God  is  mine,  and  I  am  His, 
His  love  is  all  I  need  of  bliss. 

Once  and  for  ever  reconciled. 
The  sinful  with  the  Undefiled, 
I  walk  with  Him,  His  trustful  child ; 
The  blood  of  the  great  sacrifice 
My  troubled  conscience  pacifies. 

In  the  calm  light  of  God  I  move. 
The  light  of  holiness  and  love. 
Like  the  pure  light  of  heaven  above;  — 
For  God  is  love,  and  God  is  light, 
A  day  without  a  cloud  or  night. 


THE    INTEPwCESSION.  177 

To  the  dear  home  of  God  I  press, 

The  mansion  of  eternal  bliss, 

The  seat  of  love  and  righteousness. 
O  home  and  seat  of  glorious  life. 
Beyond  the  tumult  and  the  strife. 

He  keeps  me  from  all  want  and  ill, 

With  loving  eye  He  guides  me  still, 

His  peace  and  joy  my  spirit  fill. 
O  loving  Seeker  of  the  lost. 
How  great  for  me  Thy  toil  and  cost ! 

To  Him  my  helpless  spirit  clings. 
He  bears  me  as  on  eagle's  wings, 
Through  sorrow  and  through  joy  He  brings ; 

He  loves  from  the  eternal  past. 

His  tender  mercies  ever  last. 


THE   INTERCESSION. 

Heb.  xiii.  20. 

Now  may  the  God  of  peace. 

Who  through  the  blood,  once  shed. 

Of  the  eternal  covenant, 

Did  bring  up  from  the  dead 
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178  TRUE    THINKING. 

Our  one  Lord  Jesus  Christ, 

Great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 
In  every  good  work  perfect  you. 

And  ever,  ever  keep 
Doing  His  heavenly  will, 
Working  within  you  still, 
The  holy  work  and  word, 
Through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord, 
To  whom  the  glory  be. 
Amen !     Eternally ! 


TRUE  THIXKING. 

To  Thee,  to  Thee  alone,  Lord,  would  I  hearken, 
Li  this  strange  age  of  crude  philosophy. 

The  skies  are  clouding,  and  the  shadows  darken ; 
It  is  not  night,  and  yet  it  is  not  day. 

They  boast  that  all  the  wisdom  is  witli  them ; 

They  are  the  thinkers,  lue  the  credulous ; 
They  have  the  mind,  and  can  think  out  all  truth. 

We  dream  and  dote  upon  the  fabulous. 


TPwUE    THINKING.  179 

Man's  high  philosophy  disdains  Thy  thoughts, 

And  the  proud  voice  of  science  scorns  Thy  word ; 

"  There  is  no  God,  or  God  hath  never  spoken  ! 
There  is  no  judgment-seat,  no  judgment-sword. 

"  Our  lips  and  pens  are  ours ;  and  who  shall  say 
To  us,  Thus  far,  no  farther  shalt  thou  go. 

We  spurn  the  limits  of  the  fixed  creed, 
No  trammel  and  no  limit  shall  we  know." 

God's  revelation  is  a  word  of  hate. 

It  speaks  of  fetters  to  the  human  mind, 
It  says,  Believe  because  thy  God  hath  spoken ; 

And  thus  in  chains  the  intellect  would  bind ! 

But  they  will  not  be  bound ;  they  think  and  speak 
As  it  may  please  themselves ;  for  they  are  lords,  — 

Lords  of  the  mind  and  will ;  and  who  is  he 

That  shall  control  or  check  their  thoughts  and  words  ? 

Think  on,  think  on,  then ;  but  the  day  draws  nigh 
Which  shall  put  all  your  vanities  to  shame ; 

Think  on,  but  know  that  there  is  One  who  will. 
To  think  as  well  as  you,  put  in  His  claim. 


180  TRUE    THINKING. 

His  thoughts  are  not  as  yours,  nor  are  His  ways 
As  your  ways,  —  dubious,  changeful,  dark,  unsure  ; 

His  are  the  thoughts,  eternal,  infinite ; 

Thoughts  like  Himself,  unchanging,  true,  and  pure. 

To  think  His  thoughts  is  blessedness  suj^reme ; 

To  know  Himself,  the  Thinker,  is  our  life ; 
To  rest  this  weary  intellect  on  His, 

Is  the  glad  ending  of  mind's  endless  strife. 

For  this  is  life  eternal,  Him  to  know. 

And  Jesus  Christ  His  Son  whom  He  hath  sent ; 

And  this  is  light,  to  walk  in  His  dear  love, 

Light  brighter  than  the  noon-bright  firmament. 


THE   CHURCH'S   WATCH. 


Utamur  ergo  parcius 
Verbis,  cibis  et  potibus, 
Somno,  jocis,  et  arctius 
Perstemus  in  custodia. 

Old  Hymn. 


Is  the  Bridegroom  absent  still  ? 

Watch  thou  then,  O  faithful  Bride ! 
Watch  and  pray, 
Till  the  day 
When  the  Bridegroom  to  thy  side 
Shall  in  love  and  glory  come 
To  find  with  thee  His  throne  and  home ; 

Not  to  depart  again, 
Nor  leave  thee  in  thy  widowhood, 
In  darkness  and  in  solitude, 
Exposed  to  every  foe 
Of  earth  around  and  hell  below ;  — 
But  over  earth  to  reign  ! 


182  THE  church's  watch. 


II. 


Is  the  Bridegroom  absent  still  ? 

Watch,  O  blood-bought  Church  of  God 
Severed  from  an  evil  world, 

Walk  thou  in  the  heavenly  road. 
Keep  thy  garment  undefiled, 

Of  the  flesh  abhor  each  spot, 
Cast  behind  thee  all  of  self, 

Be  time's  vanities  forgot. 
Let  the  cry  be  heard,  "  How  long," 

Lord,  how  long  shall  evil  reign? 
When  shall  sin  be  swei3t  away, 

And  this  earth  be  clean  again  ? 
Lord,  how  long  shall  error  spread, 

Truth  be  trodden  in  the  dust, 
Hatred  flow  from  tongue  and  pen, 

Hatred  of  the  good  and  just ! 
Hatred  of  the  Christ  of  God, 

Of  His  true  and  holy  word ! 
Mockery  of  His  holy  crown. 

Scorn  of  His  uiDlifted  sword  ? 


THE    church's    watch. 

This  the  burden  of  thy  cry,  — 

When  shall  end  the  age  of  wrong, 

Error,  pain,  misrule,  and  lust, 

Riditeous  King  and  Lord,  how  long  ? 


III. 

Who  is  she  that  says  in  pride, 

"  As  a  queen  I  sit  and  reign,  — 
To  me  who  speaks  of  widowhood. 

Of  poverty  and  grief  and  pain  ?  " 
She  it  is,  the  harlot-bride 

Of  the  world's  Christ-hating  King, — 
She  it  is  who  speaks,  in  pride 

Of  her  vain  imagining  ; 
She  the  true  chaste  spouse  who  mocks,  - 

Bride  of  Christ,  elect  of  God, 
Who  the  heavenly  Bridegroom  loathes ; 

Scorns,  yet  dreads  his  iron  rod. 
Decked  in  scarlet,  gems,  and  gold, 

Can  she  be  a  widow,  —  she 
Who  the  mystic  sceptre  sways. 

To  whom  millions  bow  the  knee  ? 


183 


184  THE  church's  watch. 


IV. 


Yet  her  day  is  nigh  at  hand, 

And  her  judgment  lingers  not, 
See  the  fierce  ascending  smoke 

Of  her  vengeance,  red  and  hot. 
See  the  mighty  millstone  flung 

By  the  glorious  angel-hand ; 
Hear  the  hallelujah  rise 

From  the  white,  palm-bearing  band ! 
She  is  fallen,  and  shall  not  rise. 

She  is  sunk  for  evermore, 
Hallelujah,  let  the  note 

Sound  to  every  farthest  shore ; 
Hallelujah,  like  the  voice 

Of  the  mighty  multitude  ; 
Hallelujah,  like  the  voice 

Of  the  roaring  watei^ood ; 
Hallelujah,  like  the  voice 

Of  the  mighty  thunder-roar ; 
Hallelujah,  for  the  Lord 

Reigneth  now  from  shore  to  shore. 


PRATER   FOR    OUR    CHILDREN.  185 

Let  us  then  rejoice  and  sing ; 

'Tis  the  marriage  of  the  Lamb ; 
And  the  bride  is  ready ;  raise, 

Raise  the  everlasting  psalm ! 


PRAYER   FOR  OUR   CHILDREN. 

Father,  our  children  keep ! 

We  know  not  what  is  coming  on  the  earth ; 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  Thy  heavenly  wing. 

Oh,  keep  them,  keep  them.  Thou  who  gav'st  them 
birth. 

Father,  draw  nearer  us  ! 

Draw  firmer  round  us  Thy  protecting  arm ; 
Oh,  clasp  our  children  closer  to  Thy  side. 

Uninjured  in  the  day  of  earth's  alarm. 

Them  in  Thy  chambers  hide ! 

Oh,  hide  them  and  preserve  them  calm  and  safe. 
When  sin  abounds,  and  error  flows  abroad. 

And  Satan  tempts,  and  human  passions  chafe. 


186  WHO    TEACHETH    LIKE    HIM? 

Oh,  keep  them  uudefiled ! 

Unspotted  from  a  tempting  world  of  sin ; 
That,  clothed  in  white,  through  the  bright  citj-gates. 

They  may  with  us  in  triumph  enter  in. 


WHO   TEACHETH   LIKE   HIM? 

Thou  know'st  my  longings  to  be  taught  of  Thee ! 

All  human  teaching  find  I  dark  and  vain ; 
Teach  me,  O  Lord,  and  then  shall  I  be  taught 

To  know  Thyself,  —  this  is  my  joy  and  gain. 

Unteach  me  all  the  error  I  have  learnt 

In  earthly  schools  ;  forgive  self-will  and  pride ; 

I  would  unlearn  all  falsehood,  learn  the  truth, 
And  with  Thy  truth  alone  be  satisfied. 

O  Truth  of  truth !     To  Thee,  my  Lord,  I  come  ; 

Teach  me,  oh  teach,  as  Thou  alone  canst  do ; 
Spirit  of  truth,  come  down  and  fill  my  soul. 

Fill  it  with  wisdom  and  with  gladness  too  ;  — 


WHO    TOUCHED    ME?  187 

The  gladness  of  a  glorious  certainty, 

Concerning  Him  who  lived  and  died  and  rose ; 

This,  this  is  true,  should  all  else  prove  a  lie, 
And  in  this  truth  my  spirit  finds  repose. 


WHO   TOUCHED   ME? 

Luke  viii.  45. 

"  Who  touched  Me  ?  "  dost  Thou  ask  ? 

'Twas  I,  Lord,  it  was  I. 
"  Some  one  hath  touched  Me ; "  yes,  0  Lord 

I  am  that  "  somebody." 

I  came,  Lord,  and  I  touched. 

For  sore  I  needed  Thee ; 
Forth  from  Thee  straight  the  virtue  came,  — 

Lord,  Thou  hast  healed  me. 

And  wouldst  Thou  frown  on  me  ? 

Dost  Thou  the  boon  repent? 
Why,  then.  Lord,  didst  Thou  pass  so  near, 

As  if  to  me  just  sent  ? 


188  WHO    TOUCHED    ME  f 

Thou,  Lord,  wert  passing  by; 

I  knew  all  heaven  was  there : 
A  heaven  of  healing  and  of  love, 

Thou  didst  within  Thee  bear ; 

A  heaven  of  grace  and  peace, 

Of  pardon  and  of  joy  ; 
Lord,  wouldst  Thou  have  me  let  Thee  pass, 

And  all  that  heaven  go  by ! 

What  could  I  do  but  touch, 

And  Thou  so  nigh,  so  nigh  ? 
What  couldst  Thou  do  but  heal,  0  Lord,     . 

Ere  I  had  time  to  cry  ? 

Thou  wert  too  near  for  prayer ; 

I  touched  at  once,  and  found 
The  fulness  of  the  heaven  of  heavens, 

On  this  low  earthly  ground. 

Speak  then  the  word  of  cheer. 

Say  to  my  trembling  soul, 
Be  of  good  comfort,  go  in  peace. 

Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole. 


FORGET  NOT  ALL  HIS  BENEFITS. 

I  THANK  Thee,  Lord,  for  using  me, 

For  Thee  to  work  and  sj^eak ; 
However  trembling  is  the  hand, 

The  voice  however  weak. 

I  thank  Thee,  Lord,  that  some  true  rays 

Of  Thine  from  me  have  shone 
Into  a  world  so  dark  as  ours. 

However  faint  and  wan. 

I  bless  Thee  for  each  seed  of  truth 
That  I  through  Thee  have  sowed, 

Upon  this  waste  and  barren  earth,  — 
The  living  seed  of  God ; 

For  those  to  whom,  through  me.  Thou  hast 
Some  heavenly  guidance  given  ; 

For  some,  it  may  be,  saved  from  death, 
And  some  brouijht  nearer  heaven. 


190  FORGET    NOT    ALL    HIS    BENEFITS. 

For  any  hope,  or  light,  or  joy, 
Imparted,  Lord,  through  me, 

To  one  sad  soul  upon  this  earth, 
Unknown  to  all  but  Thee ; 

For  every  note  of  Christian  song, 

However  poorly  sung ; 
For  lips  that  sought  to  speak  but  truth, 

And  for  a  willing  tongue. 

I  thank  Thee,  gracious  God,  for  all 
Of  witness  there  hath  been 

From  me,  in  any  path  of  life. 
Though  silent  and  unseen  ; 

For  any  flower  across  life's  path 

At  random  I  have  flung ; 
For  dew  to  freshen  aged  hearts. 

Or  sunshine  for  the  young ; 

For  solace,  ministered  perchance 
In  days  of  grief  and  pain ; 

For  peace  to  troubled,  weary  souls, 
Not  spoken  all  in  vain. 


FORGET    NOT    ALL    HIS    BENEFITS.  191 

0  honor  higher,  truer  far, 

Than  earthly  fame  could  bring, 
Thus  to  be  used,  in  work  like  this, 

So  long,  by  such  a  King ! 

A  blunted  sword,  a  rusted  spear, 

Which  only  He  could  wield : 
A  broken  sickle  in  His  hand, 

To  reap  His  harvest-field ! 

Lord,  keep  us  still  the  same,  as  in 

Remembered  days  of  old  ; 
Oh,  keei3  us  fervent  still  in  love, 

'Mid  many  waxing  cold. 

Lord,  make  us  beacon-lights  on  earth, 

Authentic  and  divine ; 
And,  as  the  times  grow  darker  still. 

May  we  yet  brighter  shine. 

Help  us,  0  Christ,  to  grasp  each  truth, 

With  hand  as  firm  and  true 
As  when  we  clasped  it  first  to  heart, 

A  treasure  fresh  and  new. 


192  THE    DELIVERER. 

Thy  name  to  name,  Thyself  to  own, 
With  voice  unfaltering, 

And  face  as  bold  and  unashamed 
As  in  our  Christian  spring. 


THE    DELIVERER. 

I  will  come  in  and  sup  witli  him."  —  Imitated  from  Latin. 

Come,  oh,  come.  Thou  King  of  glory. 
Take  us  from  our  prison-house  ; 

Purge  and  heal  the  wounded  conscience. 
Perfect  pardon  seal  to  us. 

Hallelujah, 
King  of  glory,  visit  us. 

In  iniquity  conceived. 

Born  in  sin,  estranged  from  Thee ; 
Ours  has  been  a  life  of  bondage ;  — 

Thou  hast  bought  and  made  us  free. 
Hallelujah, 

Let  us  chant  our  jubilee. 


THE    DELIVERER.  193 

Give  us,  of  Thy  fulness  give  us, 

Fountain  of  all  holiness  ! 
Give  us,  Lord,  the  purged  conscience, 

Resting  calmly  on  thy  grace. 
Hallelujah, 

In  Thyself  us  freely  bless. 

King  of  glory,  every  shadow- 
Take  from  between  us  and  Thee ; 

In  Thy  love,  O  King  of  glory, 
Let  us  rest  eternally. 
Hallelujah, 
Let  these  hearts  repose  in  Thee. 

King  of  glory,  take  the  blindness 

Of  our  sinful  souls  away ; 
Error,  ignorance,  and  folly  ; 

That  no  more  our  feet  may  stray. 
Hallelujah, 

Let  Thy  wisdom  in  us  stay. 

Cure  in  us  the  love  of  sinning ; 
Every  weakness  from  us  take ; 
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194  THE    DELIVERER. 

This  world's  iron  yoke  of  evil 
Break,  O  King  of  glory,  break. 

Hallelujah, 
Like  Thyself  us,  Saviour,  make. 

Sloth  and  pride  and  darkness  banish ; 

Us  with  light  and  meekness  fill. 
Pureness  give,  and  love,  the  fairest, 

Brightest  of  the  graces  still. 
Hallelujah, 

Reign  Thou  in  our  heart  and  will. 

King  of  glory,  let  us  love  Thee, 
Love  Thee  with  a  child-like  heart ; 

Thine  it  is  alone  to  give  us 
Love  that  never  shall  depart. 

Hallelujah, 
Thou  our  Kinor  and  Saviour  art. 


MORNING     HYMNS. 

From  the  Latin, 

I. 

Rises  now  the  star  of  day, 
Let  us  kneel  to  God  and  pray, 

That  throughout  its  hours  he  will 
Keep  us  safely  from  all  ill. 

Bridle  Thou  our  tongue,  O  Lord, 
Hush  each  rising  strifeful  word ; 

Kindly  veil  our  treacherous  eyes 
From  ensnaring  vanities. 

Let  our  inmost  hearts  be  clean. 

Banish  slothfulness  and  sin ; 

With  spare  diet  let  the  pride 
Of  the  flesh  be  mortified. 


196  MORNING   HYMNS. 

So  that  when  the  day  has  fled, 
And  the  night  has  come  instead, 

We,  preserved  thus  clean  by  Thee, 
Thy  great  name  may  glorify. 


11. 


Now,  O  Holy  Spirit,  one 
With  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

Condescend  to  fill  this  heart, 

Penetrating  every  part. 

Mind,  and  tongue,  and  soul,  and  sense, 

Fill  with  kindly  penitence. 

Light  in  us  love's  lowly  fire, 
Love  to  all  around  inspire. 


MORNING   HYMNS.  197 


ni. 


God  of  truth  and  King  of  power, 
Ruling  every  changeful  hour, 

Thou  who  givest  morn  its  rays, 
And  to  noon  its  golden  blaze ; 

Quench  the  fire  of  strife  within, 
Cool  the  heat  of  night-born  sin ; 
Health  of  body,  oh,  impart. 
And  bestow  true  peace  of  heart. 


IV. 

God  of  heaven  and  earth,  whose  might, 

Everlasting,  infinite, 

Guideth  all  the  changing  moods 
Of  each  day's  vicissitudes, 

To  us  the  bright,  joyous  eve 

Of  the  life  unending  give  ; 

And  the  blest  reward,  oh,  send, 
Of  the  glory  without  end. 


ALLELUIA,  DULCE  CARMEN. 

From  the  Latin. 

Alleluia,  song  of  sweetness, 
Voice  of  endless  joy  and  love ! 

Alleluia,  voice  of  gladness. 
To  the  happy  choirs  above. 

This  the  melody  of  triumph. 

Which  to  chant  they  never  cease; 

They  the  everlasting  dwellers 
Li  God's  haj^py  home  of  peace. 

Alleluia,  holy  Salem, 

Thou  dost  sing,  and  still  rejoice, 
Alleluia,  of  thy  dwellers 

Is  the  never-ending  voice. 

Alleluia,  we  the  banished 

Mingle  with  the  tear  and  groan, 

As  we  sit  in  exile  lonely. 
By  the  streams  of  Babylon. 


ALLELUIA,    DULCE    CARMEN.  199 

Alleluia,  we  deserve  not 

Such  a  note  of  heavenly  song ; 
Oft  the  conscious  guilt  within  us 

Checks  and  silences  our  tongue. 

Yet  the  time,  the  time  is  coming, 
When,  in  brighter,  calmer  clime, 

"We  shall  turn  with  wistful  longing 
To  the  ended  songs  of  time. 

Then  to  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit, 
Mingle  we  the  prayer  and  praise, 

The  great  feast  above  beholding, 
Through  the  everlasting  days. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia ! 

Thus  to  Thee  we  joyful  sing. 
Alleluia,  Alleluia ! 

To  our  blessed  God  and  Eang. 


EXTRA  PORTAM. 

The  following  is  a  translation  of  the  Latin  hymn  of  Hildebert, 
•written  about  the  close  of  the  eleventh  century.  The  reader  will 
recognize  four  great  Bible  scenes  in  it  :  first,  the  raising  of  the 
widow's  son,  and  also  of  Lazarus ;  second,  the  stilling  of  the  storm ; 
third,  the  barren  fig-tree;  fourth,  the  casting  out  of  the  evil  spirit 
from  the  child.  It  is  only  part  of  a  larger  poem,  the  terse  Latinity 
and  metaphysical  Augustinianism  of  which  make  the  translation  a 
work  of  great  difficulty. 

From  the  gate  now  carried  forth^ 
Putrid,  covered,  earth  with  earth  ; 
Bound,  the  stone  upon  him  lies, 
If  Thou  biddest,  he  shall  rise. 
Speak  the  word,  back  rolls  the  stone ; 
Speak  the  word,  the  shroud  is  gone ; 
All  on  wing  he  hastes  to  come, 
When  Thou  sayest,  Leave  the  tomb. 

On  this  ocean's  troubled  breast 
Pirate  bands  my  bark  infest ; 
Here  the  foe  and  there  the  wave, 
Death  and  trouble  round  me  rave. 


EXTRA    PORTAM.  201 

Come,  good  Helmsman,  come  at  last, 
Smooth  the  sea  and  hush  the  blast, 
Bid  these  pirates  turn  and  flee, 
Bring  to  port  my  bark  and  me. 

Barren  fig-tree  sure  am  I, 
Every  branch  is  bare  and  dry. 
Hew  and  burn  ;  —  it  merits  all ;  — 
Justly  would  the  sentence  fall. 
Yet  one  other  year,  oh,  spare, 
Dig  it,  dung  it,  it  may  bear ; 
If  not,  then  the  fire,  ah  me. 
Must  consume  the  fruitless  tree. 

'Gainst  me  the  old  enemy 

Flood  and  flame  doth  fiercely  ply ; 

Faint,  afflicted,  there  is  none 

Left  for  me  but  Thou  alone. 

That  this  enemy  may  flee, 

That  the  sick  one  healed  may  be, 

Help  Thy  sick  one  night  and  day. 

Help  him.  Lord,  to  fost  and  pray ;  — 

This,  the  Lord  would  have  us  know, 

Shall  deliver  from  this  foe. 


202  EXTRA    PORTAM. 

From  his  grasp  my  soul  unwind ; 
Give  the  loyal  lowly  mind ; 
Give,  oh,  give  the  fear  divine, 
Lacking  which  no  heaven  is  mine ; 
Give  hope,  faith,  and  charity, 
Give  me  prudent  piety  ; 
Give  contempt  of  earthly  toys, 
Appetite  for  heavenly  joys. 

Thou  art  all  of  hope  to  me ; 
All,  O  God,  I  seek  from  Thee. 
Thee  my  praise,  my  good  I  call ; 
Thou  my  gift,  and  Thou  my  all. 
Thou  in  toil  my  solace  art. 
Cordial  of  my  fainting  heart. 
Thou  in  grief  my  lyre,  O  God ; 
Thou  the  lightener  of  the  rod. 
Thou  in  bonds  me  settest  free, 
Thou  in  falls  upliftest  me ! 
Still  in  wealth  bestowing  fear, 
Still  in  want  preserving  cheer. 
Injured,  Thou  requitest  ill. 
Threatened,  Thou  defendest  still ; 
"What  is  dark  Thou  dost  unseal. 
What  needs  veiling  Thou  dost  veil. 


EXTRA    PORTAM.  203 

Ah,  Thou  wilt  not  let  me  go 
To  the  prison-cells  below, 
Where  the  sorrow,  where  the  fear. 
Where  the  stench,  and  where  the  tear ; 
Where  all  sin  is  brought  to  light, 
And  the  guilty  plunged  in  night. 
Where  the  torturer  ceaseth  never. 
Where  the  worm  shall  gnaw  for  ever ; 
Endless  all,  unchangeable ; 
Endless  death,  and  endless  hell. 

Mine  be  Sion,  city  blest, 
Sion,  David's  seat  of  rest ; 
She  whose  Former  formed  the  light. 
She  whose  gate  the  cross  makes  bright. 
She  whose  keys  are  Peter's  creed. 
She  whose  dwellers  joy  indeed. 
Living  stones  her  walls  do  fill, 
King  of  joy  her  guardian  still ; 
Here  is  light  without  decay, 
Spring  eternal,  peace  for  aye. 
Fragrance  filling  heaven  on  high, 
Ever-festal  melody. 


204  EXTRA   PORTAM. 

No  corruption  taints  its  air, 

No  defect,  no  murmur  there. 

None  there  dwarfed,  and  none  deformed, 

All  to  Christ  have  been  conformed. 

Heavenly  city,  city  blest. 

On  the  rock  securely  placed, 

In  thy  haven  calmly  set, 

From  afar  thy  walls  I  greet ; 

Thee  I  hail,  for  thee  I  sigh ; 

Thee  I  love,  for  thee  I  cry. 

How  thy  sons  rejoice  in  love, 

How  they  keep  the  feast  above, 

Wliat  they  feel  'mid  yonder  light. 

Or  what  gems  their  walls  make  bright, 

Jacinth's  or  chalcedon's  glow,  — 

They  who  are  within  thee  know  ! 

In  the  streets  of  yonder  city. 
May  I,  with  the  holy  throng. 

Joined  with  Moses  and  Elias, 
Sing  the  Hallelujah  song. 


THE   TIME   OF    FLOWERS. 

Song  of  Solomon  ii.  8. 

How  sweetly  doth  He  show  His  face, 

How  gently  speak  and  say, 
Rise  up,  my  love,  my  fair  one,  rise, 

And  come  away ! 
Past  is  the  winter  and  the  cold. 

The  rain  is  o'er  and  gone ; 
The  flowers  appear  upon  the  earth. 

Now  glows  the  sun ! 

The  singing  of  the  birds  is  come ; 

All  listening  now  we  stand  ; 
The  turtle-dove's  low  note  is  heard 

Through  all  the  land. 
The  fig-tree  buds,  the  tender  vines 

Are  fragrant  as  the  day ; 
Arise,  my  love,  my  beautiful, 

And  come  away ! 


206  THE    CHIEF   AMONG   TEN    THOUSAND. 

My  dove,  who  in  yon  rock  of  rocks 

Dost  in  my  love  rejoice, 
Come,  let  me  see  thy  countenance, 

And  hear  thy  voice. 
]Mine  my  Beloved  is,  I  His  ; 

Among  the  lilies  He 
Feedeth,  until  the  morning  breaks 

And  shadows  flee ! 


THE  CHIEF  AMONG  TEN  THOUSAND. 

So^^G  OF  Solomon  iv. 

Behold,  thou  art  all  fair,  my  love ; 

Thine  eyes,  thy  locks,  thy  brow 
All  excellence  and  comeliness,  — 

How  beautiful  art  thou ! 

Stately  thy  neck,  like  David's  tower, 

With  splendor  overspread ; 
"Whereon  a  thousand  bucklers  hang, 

Shields  of  the  mighty  dead. 


THE    CHIEF   AMONG    TEN    THOUSAND.  207 

Till  the  day  break  and  shadows  flee, 

Myself  betake  I  will 
To  the  spice-mountain's  fragrant  heights, 

And  incense-breathing  hill. 

Thou  art  all  beautiful,  my  love, 

There  is  no  spot  in  thee ! 
Come  then,  my  bride,  from  Lebanon, 

From  Lebanon  with  me ! 

Look  from  Amana's  summit,  look 

While  I  am  by  thy  side ; 
Look  from  the  top  of  Shenir,  look 

From  Hermon,  look,  my  bride  ! 

Love,  sister,  bride,  thy  beauty  hath 

Ravished  this  heart  of  mine ! 
Won  it  thou  hast ;  and  now  it  is 

No  longer  mine,  but  thine. 

Sister  and  spouse,  how  fair  thy  love, 

How  better  far  than  wine  ! 
Thy  fragrance  steals  my  heart,  it  is 

No  longer  mine,  but  thine. 


208  THE    CHIEF    AMONG    TEN    THOUSAND. 

Thy  lips  are  sweetness,  and  thy  words 

Are  pleasantness  each  one; 
Thy  very  raiment  breatheth  forth 

The  breath  of  Lebanon. 

A  garden  is  my  sister-bride, 

A  paradise  shut  in ; 
A  guarded  spring,  a  fountain  sealed, 

With  water  pure  within. 

Thine  are  the  pleasant  fruits  and  flowers, 

Beneath,  around,  above ; 
Spikenard  and  balm,  and  myrrh  and  spice, 

A  paradise  of  love. 

Thine  are  the  springs  which  freshly  o'er 

A  thousand  gardens  run, 
The  well  of  living  waters  Thou, 

And  streams  from  Lebanon. 

Awake,  0  north  wind,  come,  thou  south. 

Upon  my  garden  blow ! 
So  shall  the  happy  fragrance  out 

From  all  its  spices  flow. 


THE    CHIEF    AMONG    TEN    THOUSAND.  209 

Then  forth  through  all  His  Paradise, 

Let  my  beloved  rove, 
To  breathe  the  gladness  of  its  air, 

And  eat  His  fruits  of  love. 


S0^'G  OF   S0L03I02f  V.   16. 

None  like  Him,  of  the  sons  of  men, 

Of  all  that  noble  be  ; 
Among  ten  thousand  of  the  fair, 

The  fairest  He ! 

Yea,  altogether  lovely  He  ; 

All-perfect,  like  Him  none  j 
Of  excellent  the  chiefest  He, 

The  Spotless  One. 

His  is  the  name  of  names  in  heaven, 
The  name  of  names  on  earth ; 

I  glory  in  that  glorious  name 
Of  matchless  worth. 
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210  THE    CHIEF    AMONG    TEN    THOUSAND. 

This  my  Beloved  is,  my  Friend, 
Brother,  and  Bridegroom  rare ; 

O  daughters  of  Jerusalem, 
Is  He  not  fair  ? 


THE    PSALMS. 


PSALM  I. 

Blest  is  the  man  that  walketh  not 
In  counsel  of  the  wicked  race, 

Who  standeth  not  in  sinners'  path, 
Nor  sitteth  in  the  scorners'  place. 

But  in  Jehovah's  perfect  law. 
He  ever  findeth  his  delight ; 

And  on  that  holy  law  of  His 

He  meditates  both  day  and  night. 

Like  tree  set  by  the  water-brooks. 
His  leaf,  a  leaf  that  cannot  Ml ; 

In  season  due  its  fruit  it  yields, 
And  all  he  doeth  prosper  shall. 

Not  so  the  wicked ;  they  shall  be 
As  chaff  before  the  wind  that  flies ; 

And  therefore  in  the  judgment-day 
Shall  not  these  wicked  ones  arise. 


214  PSALM   II. 

Not  in  the  assembly  of  the  just 
Shall  the  unrighteous  stand  at  all ; 

For  just  men's  way  Jehovah  knows ; 
The  way  of  sinners  perish  shall. 


PSALM  II. 

"Why  rage  the  Gentiles  ?     After  vanity, 

Why  are  the  people's  thoughts  so  madly  gone  ? 

Earth's  kings  stand  up ;  its  princes  counsel  take 
Against  the  Lord  and  His  Anointed  One. 

Their  bands  asunder  let  us  break,  and  cast 

Their  cords  of  strength  away  from  us,  they  cry ; 

He  in  the  heavens  who  hath  His  seat  shall  laugh, 
Jehovah  mocketh  at  their  vanity. 

At  length  to  them  He  speaketh  in  His  wrath. 
In  His  hot  anger  will  He  them  distress ; 

I  have  my  King,  my  King  on  Zion  set, 
Zion,  the  mountain  of  my  holiness. 


PSALM  n.  215 

And  now  will  I  proclaim  abroad  to  all 

The  statute  of  the  kingdom,  the  decree,  — 

Jehovah  spake  to  me  and  said.  Thou  art 
My  Son,  this  day  have  I  begotten  thee. 

Ask  of  me  now,  and  I  to  thee  will  give 

The  Gentiles  for  thy  goodly  heritage  ; 
And  for  thy  sure  possession  thou  shalt  take 

Earth's  utmost  ends  and  time's  remotest  age. 

Then  shalt  thou  break  them  with  the  iron  rod. 
As  potter's  vessel  thou  shalt  shiver  all ;  — 

Now  then,  O  kings,  be  wise  and  understand^ 
Earth's  judges  listen  to  instruction's  call. 

With  fear  Jehovah  serve,  with  awe  rejoice ; 

Kiss  ye  the  Son,  or  perish  from  the  way ; 
When  wakes  His  wrath,  for  soon  that  vrrath  shall  bum, 

Blessed  are  all  who  on  Him  place  their  stay. 


216  PSALM  in. 


PSALM  ni. 

How  are  my  troublers  multiplied,  0  Lord ! 

Many  there  be  against  me  that  arise ; 
Many  there  be  that  to  my  soul  do  say, 

For  him  in  God  no  help  nor  succor  lies. 

But  Thou  a  shield  for  me,  Jehovah,  art ; 

My  glory ;  He  who  lifteth  up  my  head : 
Unto  Jehovah  with  my  voice  I  cried, 

And  from  His  holy  hill  He  answer  made. 

I  laid  me  down ;  I  slept,  and  I  awoke  ; 

For  me  Jehovah  doth  sustain  for  aye ; 
I  will  not  fear  the  people's  thousands  ten 

Which  have  me  girt  around  in  fierce  array. 

Rise,  Lord,  me  save !  *tis  Thou  that  smit'st  my  foes  ; 

The  teeth  Thou  breakest  of  the  wicked  all ; 
Salvation  be  unto  the  Lord  alone ; 

Upon  Thy  peoj^le  let  Thy  blessing  fall. 


PSALM  rv.  217 


PSALM  IV. 

God  of  my  righteousness ! 

Hear  when  I  call  on  thee ; 
Thou  hast  enlarged  me  in  distress ; 

Oh,  hear  and  pity  me. 

My  glory  unto  shame,  how  long, 

O  sons  of  men,  wiU  you 
Still  turn  ?     How  long  love  vanity, 

And  lying  still  pursue  ? 

Know  that  the  Lord  His  saint 
Hath  for  himself  set  by ; 

Jehovah,  when  I  call,  will  hear, 
When  unto  Him  I  cry. 

Tremble  and  turn  from  sin  ! 

"With  holy  musings  fill 
Your  heart  upon  your  quiet  bed ; 

There  commune  and  be  still. 


218  PSALM   IV. 

Come,  bring  your  offerings, 

Your  sacrifices  slay, 
The  offerings  of  righteousness. 

And  in  Jehovah  stay. 

Who  will  show  us  the  good  ? 

Many  there  be  that  say ; 
Jehovah,  of  Thy  face  on  us. 

Lift  up  the  light,  we  pray. 

Thou,  Lord,  hast  gladness  put 
Within  this  heart  of  mine, 

Greater  than  when  are  multiplied 
Their  stores  of  corn  and  wine. 

Li  peace  I  lay  me  down, 
Li  peace  shall  I  sleep  well. 

For  Thou,  Jehovah,  Thou  alone 
In  safety  mak'st  me  dwell. 


PSALM   V.  219 


PSALM  V. 

Mt  words,  Jehovah,  hear  ! 

Regard  my  secret  sigh ; 
My  King,  my  God,  unto  the  voice 

Attend  of  this  my  cry. 

To  Thee  I'll  pray  at  mom ; 

To  Thee  my  cry  shall  be ; 
At  morn  I  order  will  my  prayer ; 

I  will  look  up  to  Thee. 

For  Thou  art  not  a  God 

Taking  in  sin  delight ; 
Sin  cannot  dwell  with  Thee,  nor  stand 

The  fooUsh  in  Thy  sight. 

All  evil-doers  Thou 

Hat'st  and  wilt  slay,  O  God ; 
The  man  of  lies  the  Lord  abhors, 

The  man  of  wiles  and  blood. 


220  PSALM   V. 

But  as  for  me,  Thj  house, 

Through  this  great  love  of  Thine, 

I'll  seek,  and  worship  in  Thy  fear, 
Towards  Thy  holy  shrine. 

Jehovah,  lead  me  on 

In  righteousness,  I  pray ; 

Because  of  those  who  watch  for  me, 
To  me  make  straight  Thy  way. 

For  in  their  mouth  no  truth 
Nor  steadfastness  they  have  ; 

Their  inward  part  is  wickedness, 
Their  throat  an  open  grave. 

They  flatter  with  their  tongues ; 

Condemn  them,  lay  them  low ; 
By  their  own  counsels,  O  my  God, 

These  proud  ones  overthrow. 

Oh,  cast  them  far  away. 
For  infinite's  their  sin ; 

And  against  Thee  alone,  O  Lord, 
Has  their  rebellion  been. 


PSALM    VI. 

But  let  all  those  rejoice 

Who  put  their  trust  in  Thee ; 

Still  let  them  shout  for  joy,  for  Thou 
A  shelter,  Lord,  wilt  be. 

Let  them  Thy  name  that  love, 
Li  Thee  with  joy  abound ; 

Bless  Thou  the  just  one,  let  Thy  love, 
Like  shield,  him  compass  round. 


221 


PSALM  VI. 

Not  in  Thine  anger.  Lord, 

Me  for  my  sin  reprove  ! 
Not  in  Thy  burning  wrath  chastise, 

Oh,  deal  with  me  in  love. 

For  very  weak  am  I ; 

Jehovah,  heal  Thou  me ; 
For  shaken  are  my  bones,  my  soul 

Is  troubled  bitterly. 


PSALM   VI. 

But  Thou,  0  Lord,  how  long ! 

Return,  my  soul  set  free ; 
In  greatness  of  Thy  mercy.  Lord, 

Save  and  deliver  me. 

For,  not  in  death,  of  Thee 
Can  we  remembrance  have ; 

Who  shall  give  thanks  to  Thee,  O  Lord, 
Within  the  silent  grave  ? 

And  weary.  Lord,  am  I, 

With  these  my  groans  and  fears  ! 
Each  night  I  make  my  bed  to  swim, 

My  couch  dissolves  in  tears.* 

Mine  eye  with  grief  consumes,  — 

Grows  old  before  its  time, 
Because  of  all  mine  enemies ; 

Depart,  ye  men  of  crime. 

Jehovah  hears  the  voice, 

The  voice  of  all  my  tears ; 
Jehovah  to  my  cry  gives  heed, 

My  prayer  Jehovah  hears. 

*  See  Hebrew. 


PSALJI    YII. 


223 


Ashamed  and  troubled  be 

Mine  enemies  each  one ; 
Let  them  turn  back,  be  put  to  shame, 

And  in  a  moment  gone. 


PSALM  vn. 

Jehovah,  O  my  God,  me  save  from  those 
Who  me  pursue ;  for,  Lord,  I  trust  in  Thee 

Deliver  me,  lest  the  fierce  lion  tear 

My  soul  when  there  is  none  to  succor  me. 

Jehovah,  O  my  God,  if  this  I  did, 
If  in  my  hand  iniquity  there  be ; 

If  I  at  any  time  have  recompensed 

Evil  to  him  that  was  at  peace  with  me ; 

(Nay,  have  I  not  delivered  even  him 
Who  without  cause  has  been  mine  enemy  ?) 

Let  foe  pursue  my  soul,  o'ertake,  and  tread 
To  earth,  yea,  in  the  dust  mine  honor  lay. 


224  PSALM   VII. 

Up,  Lord,  in  wrath  arise ;  see  my  foes'  rage ; 

Awake  for  me,  and  to  my  cause  attend ! 
Eound  Thee  shall  be  the  gathering  of  the  earth ; 

Return  for  this  ;  Thy  throne  on  high  ascend. 

Jehovah,  on  the  nations  of  the  earth, 

Sit  Thou  in  judgment ;  Lord,  regard  my  jDlea ! 

Judge  me  according  to  my  righteousness, 

And  that  perfection.  Lord,  which  covers  me.* 

Oh,  let  the  evil  of  the  wicked  end ! 

But,  Lord,  establish  Thou  the  righteous  one ; 
For  God  the  heart  and  reins  of  man  doth  try. 

This  God,  the  righteous  God,  even  He  alone. 

My  shield  on  God  doth  hang,*  on  Him  who  saves  \ 
God  for  the  righteous  hath  His  judgment  set ; 

God  with  the  wicked  every  day  is  wroth, 

And,  if  he  turn  not.  He  His  sword  will  whet. 

His  bow  is  bent,  and  ready  for  its  work, 

Death's  arrows  on  the  string  prepared  to  fly ; 

See  how  he  travaileth  with  wickedness, 
Conceiving  mischief,  bringing  forth  the  lie. 

*  See  Hebrew. 


PSALM   VIII.  225 

A  pit-fall  he  has  digged,  yea,  sunk  it  deep, 
He  falls  into  the  ditch  which  he  has  made. 

On  his  own  head  his  violence  shall  come. 
On  his  own  crown  his  mischief  be  repaid. 

But  as  for  me,  I  thanks  shall  ever  give 

Unto  Jehovah  for  His  righteousness ; 
Yea  I,  even  I,  will  sing  Him  psalms  of  praise, 

Jehovah's  name,  His  name  most  high,  I'll  bless. 


PSALM  yni. 

Jehovah,  Lord, 

Our  Lord,  how  excellent, 
In  all  the  earth. 

How  excellent  Thy  name  ! 
Above  the  heavens 

Thou  hast  set  high  Thy  fame. 
From  lips  of  babes 

And  sucklings  strength  is  found ; 
The  proud  to  still. 

The  avenger  to  confound. 
15 


226  PSALM   VIII. 

When  I  that  sky 

Survey,  which  Thou  hast  made ; 
Thy  handiwork 

That  moon,  these  stars  on  high, 
"Which  Thou  hast  set ; 

What  then  is  man,  say  I, 
Poor  man,  that  Thou 

At  all  rememberest  him ; 
Or  son  of  man, 

That  Thou  dost  visit  him  ? 

A  little  less 

Him  than  the  angels  Thou, 
O  Lord,  hast  made ; 

Honor  and  glory  now 
Upon  his  head 

Hast  set ;  o'er  all  Thy  works, 
As  king  to  reign ; 

All  under  him  hast  put, 
The  flocks  and  herds, 

And  cattle  of  the  plain. 

The  little  birds 

That  people  all  the  air, 


PSALM  IX.  227 

Fish  of  the  seas, 

And  whatsoever  there, 
Through  the  dark  ways 

Of  ocean  come  and  go. 
Jehovah,  Lord, 

Our  Lord,  how  excellent 
In  all  the  earth. 

How  excellent  Thy  name ! 


PSALM  IX. 

Praise  will  I  unto  Thee 

With  my  whole  heart  accord ; 

Thy  great  and  wondrous  works  each  one 
I  will  declare,  O  Lord. 

In  Thee  will  I  be  glad, 

In  Thee  rejoice  will  I ; 
I  will  sing  praises  to  Thy  name, 

O  Thou  the  Lord  Most  High. 

Back  flee  my  foes !     They  fall. 

And  perish  from  Thy  face  ; 
My  cause  Thou  judgest ;  on  the  throne 

Thou  sitt'st  in  righteousness. 


228  PSALM   IX. 

Nations  Thou  hast  rebuked ! 

Destroyed  and  put  to  shame 
The  wicked  one ;  for  ever  Thou 

Hast  blotted  out  their  name. 

For  ever,  mighty  foe, 

Thy  havoc  now  is  done ! 
Cities  thou  hast  destroyed,  with  them 

Is  their  remembrance  gone. 

But  yet  Jehovah  shall 

For  ever,  ever,  stay ; 
He  hath  at  length  prepared  His  throne 

For  the  great  judgment-day. 

The  world  in  righteousness 
In  that  day  judge  He  shall, 

Just  judgment  He  shall  minister 
Unto  the  nations  all. 

And  He,  Jehovah,  shall 

For  the  oppressed  one  prove 
A  refuge  in  the  day  of  fear, 
A  refusre  from  above. 


PSALM   IX.  229 

And  they  that  know  Thy  name 

In  Thee  their  trust  will  place  ; 
For  Thou  hast  not  forsaken  them, 

O  Lord,  who  seek  Thy  face. 

Sing  to  Jehovah,  sing ! 

To  Him  whose  dwelling  high 
Is  Zion ;  to  the  nations  tell 

His  deeds  of  majesty. 

When  He  inquires  for  blood, 

He  calls  to  mind  His  own ; 
Nor  of  the  poor  and  lowly  ones 

Forgetteth  He  the  groan. 

Jehovah,  pity  me ! 

My  grief  from  foes,  Lord,  see ; 
O  Thou  who  from  the  gates  of  death 

In  love  upliftest  me. 

Thy  praises  in  the  gates 

Of  Zion's  daughter  I 
Will  then  show  forth.     I  will  rejoice 

In  Thy  salvation  high. 


230  PSALM   IX. 

Into  the  pit  they  made, 

The  nations  doAvn  are  brought, 

And  in  the  net  which  they  have  hid 
Their  foot  at  last  is  caught. 

Known  hath  Jehovah  been 
By  judgment  He  hath  done ! 

Now  in  the  works  of  His  own  hands 
Is  snared  the  wicked  one. 

The  wicked  shall  depart 
Into  hell's  gloomy  grave, 

Yea,  all  the  nations  of  the  earth 
Who  God  forgotten  have. 

The  needy  one  for  aye 

Shall  not  unheard  remain ; 

The  patient  waiting  of  the  poor, 
It  shall  not  be  in  vain. 

Let  not  man's  strength  prevail ; 

Arise,  Jehovah,  come ! 
And  from  Thy  presence  bring  the  day, 

The  day  of  Gentile  doom. 


PSALM  X.  231 

Fill  Thou  their  hearts  with  fear, 

With  fear,  Jehovah,  fill ! 
So  shall  the  nations  know  themselves 

To  be  but  mortals  still ! 


PSALM  X, 

Why,  O  Jehovah,  dost  Thou  stand  afar  ? 

Why  dost  Thou  hide  Thyself  in  evil  days  ? 
In  pride  the  wicked  one  pursues  the  poor ; 

Oh,  take  them  in  their  own  deceitful  ways ! 

The  wicked  boasteth  of  his  heart's  desire ; 

Gain  he  adores ;  to  God  he  gives  no  heed ; 
The  wicked  in  his  pride  of  countenance 

Seeketh  not  God ;  no  God  is  all  his  creed. 

Firm  are  his  steps  at  all  times ;  out  of  sight 
And  far  above  him  all  Thy  judgments  be ; 

As  for  his  foes,  he  puffs  at  them,  he  says, 
Never  shall  I  be  moved,  no  ill  for  me ! 


232  PSALM   X. 

Cursing  doth  fill  his  mouth,  deceit  and  fraud ; 

Under  his  tongue  are  bitterness  and  ill, 
He  sits  in  coverts  of  the  villages, 

In  secret  seeks  the  innocent  to  kill. 

His  eyes  keep  privy  watch  upon  the  poor, 

In  secret  places  doth  he  lie  in  wait ; 
As  lion  in  his  den,  in  wait  he  lies, 

To  catch  the  poor  he  spreadeth  wide  his  net. 

Crouching  he  bows  himself,  that  by  his  strength 
The  poor  may  fall ;  in  heart  thus  speaketh  he, 

God  hath  forgotten,  he  hath  hid  his  face. 
He  sees  not,  and  he  never  more  will  see. 

Arise,  Jehovah,  lift  Thy  hand,  O  God, 
For  Thou  the  lowly  one  hast  not  forgot ; 

"Why  hath  the  wicked  one  despised  God  ? 

"Why  in  his  heart  saith  he,  God  heedeth  not  ? 

Thou  hast  beheld ;  yea,  Thou  wilt  look  upon 

This  wrong  and  spite  ;  with  Thy  hand  to  redress  ; 

The  lowly  leaves  himself,  0  Lord,  to  Thee, 
Thou  art  the  helper  of  the  fatherless. 


PSALM   XI.  233 

The  arm  break  of  the  wicked  an^  the  bad ; 

Seek  out  his  wickedness  till  none  be  found ; 
Jehovah,  He  is  King  for  evermore, 

Perished  the  heathen  from  His  holy  ground. 

The  longing  of  the  poor  Thou  hearest,  Lord, 

Thou  wilt  confirm  their  heart ;  Thine  ear  wilt  bow 

To  judge  the  fatherless  and  the  oppressed ; 

No  more  the  man  of  earth  shall  work  them  woe ! 


PSALM  XL 

My  trust  is  in 

Jehovah ;  how  say  ye 
Unto  my  soul, 

As  bird  to  mountain  flee  ? 
For  now,  behold, 

The  wicked  bend  the  bow, 
Upon  the  string 

Their  shaft  is  fitted  now, 
In  the  dark  night. 

To  aim  at  the  upright. 


234  PSALM   XI. 

The  righteous  one, 

If  the  foundations  sink, 
What  can  he  do  ? 

Jehovah  dwells  within 
His  temple  still, 

Most  holy,  and  His  throne 
Is  in  the  heavens  ; 

His  eyes  are  ever  on 
The  sons  of  men. 

His  eyelids  try  each  one. 

Jehovah  proves 

The  just,  the  unjust  hates, 
And  violent  one. 

Brimstone  and  burning  shower, 
The  snare  and  fire. 

On  sinners  He  will  pour. 
Such  is  their  lot ! 

Justice  the  just  Lord  loves, 
And  on  the  just 

Resteth  His  gracious  eye. 


PSALM  XII.  235 


PSALM  xn. 


Jehovah,  help ! 

The  godly  man  hath  ceased, 
The  men  of  faith 

Are  failing  clean  away, 
Till  none  are  left 

The  sons  of  men  among ! 
All  vanity 

Neighbor  with  neighbor  talks, 
With  flattering  lips 

And  double  heart  speak  they. 

All  flattering  lips 

Jehovah  will  cut  off ! 
The  tongue  that  speaks 

The  swelling  words  of  pride, 
The  tongue  of  such 

As  say.  We  shall  prevail 
By  these  our  tongues ; 

Are  not  our  lips  our  own  ? 
Who  then  is  He 

Who  o'er  us  Lord  shall  be  ? 


236  PSALM   XII. 

And  now  at  length 

In  power  will  I  arise,. 
Jehovah  saith, 

Because  of  cruel  wrong 
Done  to  the  poor ; 

Because  the  needy's  sighs 
Have  reached  mine  ear. 

Him  therefore  safe  I'll  set 
From  enemies 

Who  buffet  him  in  hate. 

Jehovah's  words 

Are  pure  as  silver  tried, 
Purged  seven  times  o'er, 

In  crucible  of  earth. 
Lord,  evermore 

Thine  own  Thou'lt  keep  and  guard 
Amid  this  race ! 

When  vileness  lifts  the  head 
On  every  side, 

The  wicked  walk  in  power. 


PSALM   XIII.  237 


PSALM  XIII. 

How  long,  Jehovah,  wilt  Thou  me  forget  ? 

How  long  from  me  Thy  face,  Lord,  wilt  Thou  hide  ? 
How  long  shall  I  take  counsel  in  my  soul  ? 

How  long  within  my  heart  shall  grief  abide  ? 

How  long  against  me  shall  mine  enemy 

Be  lifted  up  on  high  ?     Jehovah,  see ! 
Hear  me,'  my  God,  and  to  mine  eyes  give  light, 

Lest  that  the  sleep  of  death  should  fall  on  me ; 

Lest  that  mine  enemy  o'er  me  exult. 

And  say,  I  have  at  last  him  overthrown ; 

And  those  that  trouble  me  with  triumph  shout, 

When  they  behold  me  by  their  strength  cast  down. 

But  in  Thy  mercy.  Lord,  I  trusted  have ; 

Glad  shall  my  heart  in  Thy  salvation  be ; 
Unto  Jehovah  will  I  ever  sing, 

For  He  in  bounteous  love  hath  dealt  with  me. 


238  PSALM  XIV. 


PSALM  XIV. 

"Within  his  heart  the  fool  hath  said, 
There  is  no  God ;  corrupt  each  one, 

Doing  all  deeds  of  hatefulness ; 
And  good  not  one  of  them  hath  done. 

Jehovah  from  the  heavens  looked  down 
Upon  the  sons  of  men  below ; 

To  see  if  any  one  was  wise. 
Or  any  seeking  God  to  know. 

All,  all  Jiave  gone  aside,  the  whole 
Together  into  vileness  gone ; 

And  none  upon  the  earth  is  left 
That  doeth  good,  not  one,  not  one. 

Is  it  because  they  have  not  known, 
Of  wickedness  these  workers  all. 

Who  eat  my  people  up  as  bread, 
And  on  Jehovah  do  not  call  ? 


PSALM  XV.  239 

There  have  they  feared,  for  God  is  in 

The  generation  of  the  just; 
The  counsel  of  the  poor  ye  shame, 

Because  Jehovah  is  his  trust, 

Oh  that  from  Zion  Israel's  help 
Might  come !     When  her  captivity, 

Jehovah  turns,  then  Jacob  shall 
Kejoice,  and  Israel  glad  shall  be. 


PSALM  XV. 

Who,  O  Jehovah,  shall  abide 

Within  Thy  tabernacle  still  ? 
And  who  shall  be  found  meet  to  pitch 

His  tent  upon  Thy  holy  hill  ? 

He  who  is  walking  uprightly, 

Who  hath  not  slandered  with  his  tongue, 
Who  does  the  right,  and  speaks  the  true, 

Who  hath  not  wrought  his  neighbor  wrong. 


240  PSALM   XVI. 

No  scandal  hath  he  taken  up 

Against  the  man  who  dwelleth  near ; 

The  vile  one  in  his  eyes  is  scorned, 
He  honors  all  the  Lord  who  fear. 

To  his  own  hurt  he  swears,  yet  change 
Will  not ;  he  takes  no  usury, 

No  bribe  against  the  innocent,  — 
That  man  shall  never  moved  be. 


PSALM  XVL 

Preserve  me,  0  my  God ;  in  Thee 
I  set  my  confidence  for  aye ; 

Thou  art  my  Lord,  and  thus,  my  soul, 
Unto  Jehovah  thou  dost  say. 

Not  unto  Thee  my  goodness  is, 
But  to  Thy  holy  ones  below. 

That  dwell  on  earth,  —  the  excellent ; 
All  my  delights  in  them  I  know. 


PSALM   XVI.  241 

Sorrow  on  sorrow  shall  they  have 
Another  God  than  Thee  who  seek ; 

Their  bloody  offerings  I  reject, 

Nor  with  my  lips  their  names  will  speak. 

Jehovah,  He  the  fulness  is 

Of  my  allotted  earthly  store, 
And  of  my  cup ;  my  lot,  O  Lord, 

Thou  wilt  maintain  for  evermore. 

The  border-lines  of  this  my  life 

In  pleasant  places  fallen  be ; 
Yea,  surely  my  inheritance 

Has  been  a  goodly  lot  to  me. 

Jehovah  I  will  bless  ;  from  Him 

All  counsel  duly  I  receive ; 
Yea,  in  the  seasons  of  the  night, 

My  reins  to  me  instruction  give. 

Jehovah,  as  my  guide,  I  set 

Before  my  face  continually ; 
At  my  right  hand  Jehovah  is. 

So  shall  I  never  moved  be. 
16 


242  PSALM   XVII. 

Right  glad  then  is  this  heart  of  mine ; 

My  glory  has  its  joy  expressed ; 
Yea,  and  this  flesh  of  mine,  secure 

In  confidence  of  hope,  shall  rest. 

Because  Thou  never  wilt  my  soul 
To  the  devouring  grave  give  o'er ; 

Nor  wilt  Thou  ever.  Lord,  allow 
Thy  saint  to  see  corruption's  power. 

The  path  of  life  Thou  wilt  me  show ; 

Joys  in  their  fulness  all  abound 
Before  Thy  face  ;  at  Thy  right  hand 

Pleasures  for  evermore  are  found. 


PSALM  xvn. 

Hear,  O  Jehovah,  hear 

The  right !     Oh,  hear  my  cry ; 

Give  ear  unto  my  prayer  which  comes 
From  lips  which  do  not  lie. 


PSALM   XVII. 


Let  Thou  my  sentence  come 
Forth  from  before  Thy  face. 

And  let  Thine  eyes  regard,  0  Lord, 
The  things  of  righteousness. 


"&' 


My  heart  Thou  proved  hast ; 

By  night  hast  visited, 
Nothing  within  me  Thou  hast  found. 

Though  in  the  furnace  tried. 

My  purpose  is  that  this 

My  mouth  shall  never  stray ; 

And  by  the  precepts  of  Thy  lips 
I'll  shun  the  sinner's  way. 

Thy  paths  my  feet  have  held  ; 

My  feet  slide  not  from  Thee ; 
To  Thee  have  I  appealed,  O  God, 

For  Thou  wilt  answer  me. 

Oh,  bend  Thine  ear  to  me ! 

And  listen  to  my  word. 
To  me  exalt  and  magnify 

Thy  tender  mercies.  Lord. 


244  PSALM   XVII. 

Thou  who  deliverest, 

By  Thy  right  hand  of  might, 

All  them  that  trust  in  Thee  from  those 
Against  Thy  saints  who  fight,  — 

Keep  guard  o'er  me  as  o'er 

The  apple  of  the  eye, 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings, 

Oh,  cover  me,  I  cry,  — 

From  face  of  wicked  men, 

Who  lay  me  desolate ; 
From  my  soul's  enemies,  about 

Who  compass  me  in  hate. 

Their  carnal  luxury 

Doth  grossly  close  them  in; 

And  with  their  mouth,  in  swelling  words, 
They  speak  their  pride  and  sin. 

In  all  our  goings  now 

See  they  have  girt  us  round ; 

Their  eyes  upon  us  they  have  fixed, 
Low  bent  upon  the  ground. 


PSALM    XVII. 

Like  the  old  lion,  he 

Longeth  his  prey  to  tear ; 
Like  the  young  lion,  see  he  lurks 

Within  his  secret  lair. 

Rise,  Lord,  and  face  to  face, 
Oh,  meet  him,  bring  him  down, 

And  with  Thy  sword  my  soul,  O  Lord, 
Save  from  the  wicked  one. 

From  men  with  Thy  strong  hand, 
From  men  of  earth  me  save ; 

From  men,  O  Lord,  who  in  this  world 
Their  only  portion  have. 

With  Thy  hid  treasures  Thou 
Hast  made  their  lap  run  o'er ; 

Their  sons  Thou  fillest,  to  their  bahes 
They  leave^  their  plenteous  store. 

But  I  in  righteousness 

Shall  see  Thy  face,  and  be. 

In  the  awaking,  satisfied 

With  likeness.  Lord,  to  Tliee ! 


245 


246  PSALM    XVIII. 


PSALM  xvin. 

Thee  will  I  love,  O  Jehovah  my  strength, 
My  rock  and  my  fort,  my  Saviour  still  nigh, 

The  rock  of  my  trust,  my  God  and  my  shield, 
Horn  of  my  help,  and  my  refuge  on  high ! 

His  are  the  praises,  on  Him  will  I  call ; 

So  from  mine  enemies  saved  shall  I  be. 
Sorrows  of  death  have  encircled  me  round, 

Floods  of  ungodly  men  terrified  me. 

Sorrows  of  Hades  have  compassed  me  round. 
Met  me  and  held  me  has  death  with  his  snares ; 

In  my  distress  on  Jehovah  I  called, 

Up  to  my  God  have  ascended  my  prayers. 

Out  of  His  temple  my  voice  hath  He  heard. 
Into  His  ears  came  before  Him  my  cry ; 

Earth  shook  and  trembled,  the  mountains  were  moved, 
Down  to  their  depths,  when  His  anger  blazed  higli. 


PSALM  XVIII.  247 

Up  rose  the  smoke  in  His  wrath,  from  His  mouth 
Forth  to  devour  burst  the  coal-kindling  flame, 

Bowed  He  the  heavens  and  descended  to  earth, 
Dai'kness  was  under  His  feet  as  He  came. 

Rode  He  on  cherub,  and  flying  He  came ; 

Soared  He  on  wings  of  the  wind  from  on  high ; 
Darkness  Hjs  hiding-place,  lo  he  hath  made, 

Darkness  of  waters,  thick  clouds  of  the  sky. 

Lo,  by  the  brightness  before  Him  that  blazed. 
Vanished  the  clouds  that  encompassed  His  path, 

Forth  went  the  hail  and  the  fire  at  His  word, 
Thundered  Jehovah  from  heaven  in  his  wrath. 

Uttered  His  voice  of  power,  He  the  Most  High, 
Forth  went  the  hail  and  the  fire  at  His  word ; 

Sent  He  His  arrows  and  scattered  their  might, 
Shot  He  His  lightnings  and  ruin  He  poured. 

Seen  in  that  hour  were  the  water-depths  vast. 
Bared  were  the  hidden  foundations  beneath. 

At  Thy  rebuke,  0  Jehovah  of  hosts, 

At  the  di'ead  blast  of  Thy  withering  breath. 


248  PSALM   XVIII. 

Sendeth  He  down  from  on  high  and  me  takes, 
Me  doth  He  draw  from  the  waterfloods  high, 

Freeth  He  me  from  my  haters  and  foes, 
Haters  and  foes  that  were  stronger  than  I. 

Rushed  they  upon  me  in  day  of  my  grief; 

Then  did  Jehovah  my  confidence  prove. 
Brought  He  me  out  into  largeness  of  room. 

Rescued  He  me,  for  on  me  was  His  love. 

Me  for  my  righteousness  He  will  reward, 
For  my  hand's  purity  He  will  repay. 

For  all  the  ways  of  Jehovah  I  kept, 

Nor  from  my  God  have  I  wandered  astray. 

Set  I  His  judgments  before  me  always. 
From  me  I  let  not  His  statutes  depart ; 

Still  in  uprightness  before  Him  I  walked ; 
From  mine  iniquity  kept  I  mine  heart. 

After  my  righteousness  me  He  repaid. 

After  my  cleanness  of  hands  in  His  sight ; 

Thou  to  the  gracious  wilt  gracious  appear. 
And  to  the  man  of  uprightness  upright. 


PSALM   XVIII.  249 

Pure  to  the  pure  Thou  wilt  make  Thyself  known, 
Foe  to  the  froward  Thyself  Thou  wilt  show, 

Thou  with  Thy  strength  wilt  deliver  the  poor, 
Looks  of  the  lofty  wilt  surely  lay  low. 

Yes,  and  this  lamp  of  mine  kindle  Thou  wilt ; 

Jehovah  my  God,  He  will  brighten  my  night ; 
Lord,  by  Thy  power  have  I  routed  a  host. 

And  by  my  God  scaled  the  wall  in  its  height. 

This  God,  the  mighty  One,  perfect  His  ways ! 

Truly  the  word  of  Jehovah  is  tried ; 
He,  He  Himself  is  a  buckler  and  shield 

Ever  to  all  in  His  name  who  confide. 

Who  is  a  God  save  Jehovah  alone  ? 

Who  but  our  God  is  a  rock  and  a  stay  ? 
This  is  the  God  who  with  strength  hath  me  girt, 

This  is  the  God  who  makes  perfect  my  way ; 

Setting  me  up  on  my  places  on  high. 

Making  my  feet  like  the  liinds  of  the  field ; 

Traming  my  hands  for  the  perilous  fight. 
Nerving  my  sinews  the  war-bow  to  wield. 


250  PSALM   XVIII. 

Thou  in  Thy  love  with  Thy  shield,  0  my  God, 
Shield  of  salvation,  hast  covered  my  head ; 

Holden  me  up  hath  Thy  right  hand  of  power. 
Mighty  and  high  hath  Thy  gentleness  made. 

Under  me  widely  my  steps  Thou  hast  spread,* 
Sleep  shall  my  feet  never ;  I  have  pursued, 

And  all  mine  enemies  I  have  outstripped, 
Turn  would  I  not  until  all  were  subdued. 

Wounded  I  all  of  them,  rise  could  they  not ; 

Under  my  feet  they  fell ;  Thou  with  Thy  might 
Hast  for  the  battle  me  girded,  and  crushed 

All  who  against  me  rose  up  in  the  fight. 

Necks  of  my  foes  hast  Thou  under  me  placed. 
Them  that  with  hatred  have  sought  me  I  smote  ; 

Cried  they  aloud,  but  to  save  there  was  none, 
Unto  Jehovah,  —  he  answered  them  not. 

Then  did  I  grind  them  as  dust  for  the  wind. 
Casting  them  forth  like  the  mire  of  the  street ; 

Me  from  the  strife  of  the  crowd  Thou  hast  saved, 
Me  as  the  head  of  the  nations  hast  set. 

*  See  Hebrew. 


PSALM    XVIII.  251 

They  whom  I  knew  not  shall  come  and  shall  serve, 
Soon  as  they  hear  of  me,  they  shall  obey ; 

Sons  of  the  stranger  before  me  shall  crouch, 
Strangers  in  terror  shall  vanish  away. 

Liveth  Jehovah,  and  blest  be  my  rock ! 

God  of  salvation,  His  praises  I  sound ; 
He  is  the  God  who  avengeth  my  cause. 

Crushing  beneath  me  the  nations  around. 

Me  from  the  foe  and  oppressor  He  saves. 

Plucks  from  the  hands  of  the  lawless  and  strong ; 

Thanks  'mong  the  nations.  Lord,  render  will  I, 
Praise  to  Thy  name  will  I  give  in  a  song. 

IVIighty  deliverance  gives  He  His  king ; 

For  His  Messiah  is  mercy  in  store ; 
Mercy  and  truth  unto  David  He  shows, 

Mercy  and  truth  to  his  seed  evermore. 


252  PSALM    XIX. 


PSALM   XIX. 


PART   I. 


The  glory  of  God  these  bright  heavens  are  declaring, 
The  work  of  His  hands  doth  the  firmament  show ; 

For  day  unto  day  utters  speech  without  ending, 

And  night  unto  night  doth  with  knowledge  o'erflow. 

No  voice  breaketh  in  on  the  silence  around  us, 
No  speech  is  there  uttered,  and  language  is  none ; 

All  round  the  wide  earth  runs  the  line  of  their  border, 
Their  words  to  the  world's  widest  limits  have  gone. 

In  them  for  the  sun  hath  He  set  a  pavilion ; 

And  He,  like  a  bridegroom  in  bridal  array, 
Comes  forth  from  His  chamber  in  glory  rejoicing, 

To  speed  like  a  racer  of  strength  on  His  way. 

From  yon  farthest  end  of  these  heavens  in  their  circle, 
On  His  race  goes  He  forth  every  morning  unbid ; 

His  course  to  their  uttermost  end  round  he  wheeleth, 
And  nought  on  this  earth  from  His  warmth  can  be  hid. 


PSALM  XIX.  253 


PART   II. 

Jehovah's  law  perfection  is, 
It  makes  the  soul  arise ; 

Jehovah's  testimony's  sure, 
It  makes  the  foolish  wise. 

Jehovah's  statutes  upright  are, 
Making  the  heart  to  sing ; 

Jehovah's  precept  is  most  pure, 
The  eyes  enlightening. 

Jehovah's  fear  is  cleanness  all, 

It  doth  for  ever  stay, 
Jehovah's  judgments  all  are  truth. 

Together  just  are  they. 

More  to  be  coveted  than  gold, 
Fine  gold  from  Ophir  come  ; 

Sweeter  than  honey,  sweeter  far 
Than  droppings  of  the  comb. 

Yea,  and  Thy  servant  daily  draws 
Due  admonition  thence ; 

In  keeping  them  he  also  finds 
A  glorious  recompense. 


254  PSALM    XIX. 

Who,  who  can  truly  understand 

His  own  dark  ways  of  sin  ? 
Oh,  cleanse  me  fully,  cleanse  me  from 

The  hidden  faults  within. 

From  all  presumptuous  open  sins, 

Oh,  keep  Thy  servant  free  ; 
Nor  let  them  ever  have,  O  Lord, 

Dominion  over  me. 

And  then,  indeed,  shall  I  at  length 
Be  upright,  Lord,  with  Thee, 

Then  innocent  and  clean  shall  I 
From  much  transgression  be. 

My  words  of  mouth,  my  thoughts  of  heart, 

Let  them  find  favor  true. 
With  Thee ;  for.  Lord,  my  Rock  art  Thou, 

And  my  Redeemer  too. 


PSALM  XX.  255 


PSALM  XX. 

Jehovah  in  the  day 

Of  trouble  hear  thy  cry  ! 

And  let  the  name  of  Jacob's  God 
Defend  thee  from  on  high. 

Help  from  the  holy  place, 
Let  Him  send  forth  to  thee ; 

Strength  evermore  from  Zion  hill 
To  thee  imparted  be. 

Remember  all  thy  gifts, 

Thy  sacrifice  receive ; 
Grant  thee  according  to  thine  heart, 

And  all  thy  counsel  give. 

Joy  shall  we  in  Thy  help, 
Li  our  God's  name  we  shall 

Lift  up  our  banners,  and  the  Lord 
Grant  thy  petitions  all. 


256  PSALM   XXI. 

Now  know  I  that  tlie  Lord 

Saves  His  anointed  one  ; 
From  heaven  He  heareth  them,  and  saves 

By  His  right  hand  alone. 

Some  in  the  chariot  *  trust, 

And  some  in  horses  stay  ; 
But  we  Jehovah's  name,  our  God, 

Remember  will  alway. 

Brought  down  are  they  and  fallen ; 

We  rise,  and  stand  on  high ; 
Jehovah  save,  and  let  the  King 

Us  answer  when  we  cry ! 


PSALM  XXI. 

Jehovah,  in  Thy  strength 
Right  glad  the  king  shall  be ; 

In  Thy  deliverance 

Greatly  rejoice  shall  he. 

*  See  Hebrew. 


PSALM  XXI.  257 

His  heart's  desire  Thou  hast 

Fully  to  him  supplied ; 
And  of  his  lips  the  prayer, 

Lord,  Thou  hast  not  denied. 

With  blessings  of  Thy  love 

Thou  hast  him  largely  met ; 
A  crown  of  purest  gold 

Thou  on  his  head  hast  set. 

Life  did  he  ask  of  Thee ; 

Thou  gavest  it  in  store, 
Even  length  of  days  on  days, 

To  him  for  evermore. 

In  Thy  salvation  Thou 

His  glory  great  hast  made  ; 
Honor  and  majesty 

Thou  hast  ujion  him  laid. 

Yea,  Thou  for  evermore. 

Most  blessed  hast  him  made, 
And  with  Thy  countenance 

Mad'st  him  exceeding  glad. 
17 


258  PSALM   XXI. 

Because  the  king  his  trust 

Doth  on  Jehovah  lay, 
Through  love  of  the  Most  High 

He  shall  for  ever  stay. 

Thy  hand  shall  find  out  those 
Of  Thee  the  foes  that  be, 

Thy  right  hand  shall  find  out 
Those  who  have  hated  Thee. 

As  fiery  oven  Thou'lt  make 

Them  in  Thy  wrath's  dread  hour. 

Them  in  His  anger  hot 
Jehovah  shall  devour. 

Devour  them  shall  the  fire ; 

From  off  the  earth  their  fruit, 
And  from  the  sons  of  men 

Their  seed  Thou  shalt  uproot. 

For  mischief  against  Thee 
They  aimed ;  an  evil  thought 

They  did  devise  ;  yet  failed 
To  execute  their  pi  t. 


PSALM  xxir. 

Back  Thou  shalt  make  them  turn, 
When  Thou  shalt  ready  place 

Thme  arrows  on  Thy  strings, 
Against  their  pride  of  face. 

Rise,  O  Jehovah,  rise, 

In  Thine  own  strength  Thee  raise ; 
So  of  Thy  might  we'll  sing. 

And  celebrate  Thy  praise. 


259 


PSALM  xxn. 

My  God,  my  God,  why  dost  Thou  me  forsake  ? 

Far  from  my  help  and  words  of  agony ; 
O  Thou,  my  God,  by  day,  by  night  I  call. 

And  silent  am  not ;  yet  unheard  my  cry ! 

But  Thou  art  holy.  Thou  who  Israel's  praise 

Inhabitest ;  our  fathers  did  confide 
In  Thee  ;  —  in  Thee  our  fathers  did  confide ;  — 

And  Thou  didst  give  deliverance  when  they  cried. 


260  PSALM   XXII. 

They  cried  to  Thee,  Thou  didst  deliver  them ; 

They  trusted  Thee,  and  were  not  put  to  shame ; 
A  worm  am  I,  —  no  man,  —  but  man's  reproach, 

And  object  of  the  people's  scorn  I  am. 

All  that  me  see  do  mock ;  the  lip  they  curl ; 

They  shake  the  head  and  say,  Upon  the  Lord 
For  help  he  trusted ;  if  He  then  him  loves, 

Let  Him  to  him  deliverance  afford. 

But  Thou  art  He  who  from  the  womb  me  took'st, 
Thou  mad'st  me  from  the  breast  on  Thee  to  lean ; 

Yea,  from  the  birth  upon  Thee  I  was  cast, 

Thou  from  my  mother's  womb  my  God  hast  been. 

Be  not  far  from  me,  for  distress  is  near, 
And  none  to  help ;  for  bulls  beset  my  way, 

Strong  bulls  of  Bashan  compass  me,  they  gape 
Like  the  fierce  lion  ravening  for  his  prey. 

Like  water  I'm  poured  out ;  all  sundered  are 

My  bones ;    my  heart  like  wax  melts ;    strength  is 
gone. 

Like  potsherd  dried  ;  my  tongue  cleaves  to  my  jaws. 
And  to  the  dust  of  death  Thou  brous^ht'st  me  down. 


PSALM   XXII.  261 

Round  me  are  dogs  ;  the  wicked  me  beset ; 

They  pierce  my  hands  and  feet,  and  count  each  bone ; 
Men  gaze  and  stare ;  my  raiment  they  divide ; 

My  vesture  they  do  cast  the  lot  upon. 

But  Thou,  Jehovah,  be  not  far  from  me ; 

O  Thou,  my  strength,  make  haste  to  help  me  now ; 
My  soul  do  Thou  deliver  from  the  sword ; 

My  darling  from  the  dog,  oh  rescue  Thou ! 

Oh  save  me,  save  me  from  the  lion's  mouth. 
From  horns  of  the  fierce  unicorn  me  hear ; 

Unto  my  brethren  I  Thy  name  will  speak, 
And  in  the  assembly  will  Thy  praise  declare. 

All  ye  that  fear  Jehovah,  praise.  Him  praise ! 

All  ye  that  are  the  seed  of  Jacob,  tell 
His  glory  far  and  wide ;  oh  fear  Him,  fear 

All  ye  the  seed  of  His  own  Israel. 

For  He  hath  not  despised  nor  abhorred 

The  poor  and  needy  in  his  poverty ; 
Nor  hath  He  hid  from  him  His  countenance, 

But  heard  the  voice  of  his  ascending  cry. 


PSALM   XXII. 

In  the  great  congregation  of  Thy  saints, 
Of  Thee  shall  be  my  everlasting  praise ; 

And  I,  before  them  that  do  fear  the  Lord, 

Will  pay  the  vows  that  I  have  vowed  always. 

Then  shall  the  lowly  keep  their  festival. 
And  shall  be  satisfied ;  then  praises  give 

Shall  they  unto  Jehovah  who  His  face 

Have  sought.    Your  heart  for  evermore  shall  live ! 

The  farthest  ends  of  earth  shall  call  to  mind 
His  name,  and  to  Jehovah  turn  they  shall ; 

The  kindreds  of  the  nations,  near  and  far, 
Before  Thy  face  shall  come  and  worship  all. 

For  to  Jehovah  doth  pertain  alone 

The  kingdom,  and  among  the  nations  all 

Is  He  the  Governor ;  earth's  rich  and  great 
Before  His  feet  low  bending  down  shall  fall. 

Yea,  all  they,  too,  who  to  the  dust  of  death 

Are  ready  to  go  down ;  yea,  even  he, 
The  poor  who  could  not  keep  alive  his  soul. 

Before  His  face  shall  bow  the  lowly  knee. 


PSALM   XXIII.  263 

A  seed  shall  serve  Him ;  this  unto  the  Lord 

For  a  posterity  shall  reckoned  be ! 
Come  shall  they  and  declare  His  righteousness 

To  unborn  nations.     Done  it  all  hath  He ! 


PSALM  xxm. 

Jehovah  He  my  Shepherd  is, 
I  shall  have  neither  want  nor  ill ; 

In  pastures  green  He  lays  me  down, 
And  leads  me  by  the  waters  still. 

This  soul  of  mine  He  lifteth  up, 
And  me  He  leadeth  gently  on, 

Along  the  paths  of  righteousness ; 
And  all  for  His  name's  sake  alone. 

Yea,  and  when  walking  in  the  vale 
Of  death's  dark  shade,  I  fear  no  ill ; 

For  Thou  art  ever  with  me.  Lord ; 
Thy  rod  and  staff  they  comfort  still. 


264  PSALM   XXIV. 

A  table  Thou  hast  richly  spread 
For  me  mine  enemies  before ; 

With  oil  Thou  dost  anoint  my  head, 
My  cup  with  blessing  runneth  o'er. 

Goodness  and  mercy  all  the  days 
Of  my  Ufe  here  shall  follow  me ; 

And  then  for  length  of  endless  days 
My  home  Jehovah's  house  shall  be. 


PSALM  XXIV. 

Earth  is  the  Lord's  ! 

And  all  its  fulness  His  ! 
This  world  of  ours, 

And  they  who  therein  dwell. 
For  He  hath  laid 

Upon  the  mighty  seas 
The  earth,  and  deep 

Foundations  of  our  globe ; 
And  on  the  floods 

Hath  built  it  firm  and  well ! 


PSALM   XXIV.  265 

Who  shall  ascend 

Into  Jehovah's  hill  ? 
Who  stand  within 

His  holy  place  on  high  ? 
Of  hands  the  clean, 

The  pure  of  heart  and  will ! 
He  who  hath  not 

Lifted  to  vanity 
His  soul,  nor  hath 

He  sworn  deceitfully. 

He  shall  receive 

The  blessing  of  the  Lord ! 
He  shall  receive 

The  perfect  righteousness 
From  Him  who  is 

To  him  salvation's  God. 
Of  those  who  Him 

Do  seek,  such  is  the  race 
Of  those  who  do, 

O  Jacob,  seek  thy  face. 

Lift  up,  O  gates. 

Lift  up  your  heads  on  high ! 


266  PSALM   XXIV. 

Be  lifted  up, 

Doors  of  eternity ! 
Then  He,  the  King 

Of  glory,  shall  come  in ! 
Who  can  this  King, 

This  King  of  glory  be  ? 
Jehovah  strong, 

In  battle  mighty  He ! 

Lift  up,  0  gates. 

Lift  up  your  heads  on  high ! 
Yea,  lift  them  up, 

Doors  of  eternity ! 
Then  He,  the  King 

Of  glory,  shall  come  in  ! 
Who  can  this  King, 

This  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  Lord  of  hosts. 

The  King  of  glory  He ! 


PSALM   XXV.  2G7 


PSALM  XXV. 

To  Thee,  Jehovah,  do  I  lift  my  soul ; 

0  Thou  my  God,  I  place  my  trust  in  Thee ; 
Oh  let  me  never  then  be  put  to  shame, 

Let  not  mine  enemies  exult  o'er  me. 

Yea,  and  let  none  be  ever  put  to  shame 

Of  those  who  do  in  hope  still  wait  on  Thee ; 

But  as  for  such  as  treacherously  deal, 

Covered  with  shame  let  them  for  ever  be. 

Show  me  Thy  ways,  O  Lord,  teach  me  Thy  paths ; 

Oh  lead  me  in  Thy  truth,  teach  me,  I  pray. 
For  Thou  the  God  of  my  salvation  art, 

And  on  Thee  have  I  waited  all  the  day. 

Thy  tender  mercies  oh  remember.  Lord, 
Thy  loving-kindnesses,  for  they  have  been 

From  everlasting !     My  transgressions  great 
Remember  not,  nor  of  my  youth  the  sin. 


268  PSALM    XXV. 

After  Thy  mercy  me  remember,  Lord ; 

Yea,  for  Thy  goodness'  sake,  oh  think  on  me ! 
Upright  and  good  Jehovah  is ;  then  sure 

In  the  right  way  trangressors  teach  will  he. 

The  lowly  He  in  judgment  will  lead  on, 
Yea,  to  the  lowly  He  will  teach  His  way. 

Jehovah's  paths  are  love  and  truth  to  those 
Who  keep  His  laws  and  on  His  covenant  stay. 

For  Thy  name's  sake,  Jehovah,  oh  forgive 
All  mine  iniquities,  for  great  are  they ! 

Wlio  is  the  man  that  doth  Jehovah  fear  ? 

Him  shall  He  well  instruct  to  choose  His  way. 

His  soul  in  goodness  shall  abide ;  his  seed 
For  aye  inherit  shall  the  earth ;  with  those 

That  fear  His  name,  Jehovah's  counsel  is. 
And  unto  them  His  covenant  He  shows. 

Mine  eyes  unto  Jehovah  ever  are. 

For  He  out  of  the  net  shall  pluck  my  feet. 

Turn  Thou  to  me  Thy  face,  Thy  mercy  show, 
For  sorrowful  am  I  and  desolate. 


PSALM   XXVI.  269 

The  troubles  of  my  heart  enlarged  have  been ; 

From  all  my  sorrows,  oli  deliver  me. 
Look  Thou  on  mine  affliction  and  my  pain, 

Forgive,  O  Lord,  all  mine  iniquity. 

See  Thou  my  foes,  for  they  are  multiplied ; 

And  with  fierce  hatred  they  have  hated  me ; 
Oh  keep  my  soul ;  me  save  ;  and  let  me  not 

Be  put  to  shame,  for  I  have  trusted  Thee. 

Oh  let  uprightness  and  integrity 

Preserve  me,  for  on  Thee  I've  waited  still ; 
From  all  his  many  woes  deliverance 

Give  Thou,  0  God,  to  Thine  own  Israel. 


PSALM   XXVL 

Judge  me,  0  Lord,  I've  walked 

In  mine  integrity ; 
I  trusted  in  the  Lord, 
Shaken  I  shall  not  be. 
Examine,  Lord,  mine  inmost  part, 
Prove  me,  a»d  try  ray  reins  and  heart. 


270  PSALM   XXVI. 

For  still  before  mine  eyes, 
Thy  tender  love  is  seen ; 
And  in  Thy  holy  truth 
My  walk  has  ever  been. 
Shunned  have  I  men  of  vanity ; 
Nor  with  dissemblers  walk  will  I. 

Of  evil-doers  all 

The  assembly  do  I  hate ; 
Nor  with  the  men  of  sin, 
In  friendship  have  I  sat ; 
Mine  hands  I'll  wash  in  purity. 
So  to  Thine  altar  come  will  I. 

That  with  the  voice  of  praise 
I  may  make  known  abroad, 
And  tell  of  all  Thy  works 
Which  wondrous  are,  0  God. 
Thy  house,  Lord,  have  I  loved  well. 
The  place  where  doth  Thy  glory  dwell. 

My  soul,  oh  gather  not 
With  men  of  wickedness ; 

My  life,  oh  gather  not  • 
With  men  of  furiousness ; 


PSALM   XXVII.  271 

"Within  whose  hand  is  mischief  still, 
And  whose  right  hand  the  bribe  doth  fill. 

But  as  for  me,  I'll  walk 

In  mine  integrity ; 
Oh  do  Thou  me  redeem ; 
Be  merciful  to  me.     . 
My  foot  sta^s  in  an  even  place ; 
Thee  in  the  assembly,  Lord,  I'll  bless. 


PSALM  xxvn. 

Jehovah  is  my  light  and  health, 
Whom  therefore  fear  shall  I? 

Jehovah  is  my  strength  and  life, 
Who  shall  me  terrify  ? 

When  against  me  to  eat  my  flesh 

These  evil  ones  arose  ; 
They  stumbled  at  my  feet  and  fell ; 

These  persecuting  foes. 


272  PSALM    XXVII. 

Let  hosts  against  me  pitch  their  camp, 
My  heart  no  fear  shall  feel. 

Let  war  agamst  me  rise,  in  this 
My  trust  abideth  still. 

One  thing  I  of  Jehovah  sought. 

For  this  still  do  I  pray ; 
That  in  Jehovah's  house  al|ide 

For  evermore  I  may. 

That  on  Jehovah's  beauty  I 
May  gaze,  yea,  gaze  my  fill. 

And  in  His  temple  day  by  day, 
Liquire  His  blessed  will. 

For  He  in  His  pavilion  shall 
Me  hide  in  troublous  days. 

In  covert  of  His  tent  me  hide, ' 
And  on  a  rock  me  raise. 

Yea,  even  now  shall  this  my  head 
Be  lifted  from  the  ground. 

Above  all  these  mine  enemies 
Who  compass  me  around. 


PSALM   XXVII. 

Therefore  the  sacrifice  of  joy 
Unto  His  courts  I'll  bring ; 

I'll  sing ;  yea,  to  Jehovah  I 
Will  ever  praises  sing. 

Hear,  O  Jehovah,  hear  my  voice 

When  I  do  call  on  Thee ; 
Yea,  unto  me  be  merciful ; 

Answer,  oh  answer  me ! 

Seek  ye  my  face ;  to  thee,  my  heart, 
Thus  doth  Jehovah  speak ; 

Thy  face,  even  thine,  for  evermore, 
Jehovah,  will  I  seek. 

Far  from  me  hide  not  Thou  Thy  face ; 

Oh  do  not,  do  not  turn 
Away  Thy  servant ;  nor  against 

Him  let  Thine  anger  burn. 

My  help  in  days  past  Thou  hast  been ; 

Do  not  forsake  me  now  ; 
Nor  leave  me,  0  my  God,  the  God 

Of  my  salvation  Thou. 
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273 


274  PSALM   XXVII. 

Father  and  mother  have  me  left ; 

Jehovah  took  me  in  ; 
Teach  me,  Jehovah,  all  Thy  way 

That  I  may  walk  therein. 

Because  of  those  my  watching  foes, 
Lead  me  the  straight,  plain  road ; 

And  to  the  will  of  these  my  foes 
Give  me  not  up,  O  God. 

For  they  against  me  risen  have 

Whose  witness  is  a  lie ; 
Yea,  he  against  me  risen  has 

Who  breathes  out  cruelty. 

What  had  become  of  me  unless 

I  trusted  had  to  see 
Jehovah's  goodness  in  the  land 

Of  immortality. 

Oh  wait  upon  Jehovah,  wait, 
Be  firm  and  strong ;  he  will 

Strengthen  the  faintness  of  thy  heart, 
Wait  on  Jehovah  still ! 


PSALM   XXVIII.  275 


PSALM  xxvni. 

To  Thee,  Jehovah,  will  I  cry, 
My  rock,  oh  be  not  silent  now ! 

Lest,  if  Thou  hold  Thy  peace,  I  be 
Like  those  who  in  the  pit  lie  low. 

Oh  hear  my  supplication's  voice, 
"When  unto  Thee  for  help  I  cry, 

When  to  Thy  holy  oracle 

I  lift  my  pleading  hands  on  high. 

Oh  with  the  wicked  di'aw  me  not 
Away ;  nor  with  the  men  of  sin ; 

"Who  to  their  neighbors  speak  of  peace, 
But  evil  is  their  heart  within. 

Give  them  according  to  their  deed, 
Their  evil  doings  all  reward ; 

Give  them  according  to  their  works, 
Return  them  their  desert,  O  Lord. 


276  psAL'-i  XXVIII. 

Since  they  Jehovah's  mighty  acts, 
And  doings  of  His  hands  disdain, 

He  will  destroy  them  in  his  wrath, 
And  never  build  them  up  again. 

Blest  be  Jehovah !  He  hath  heard 
My  supplication's  voice  in  heaven ; 

Jehovah  is  my  strength  and  shield ; 
I  trusted  Him,  He  help  hath  given. 

And  therefore  shall  my  heart  exult. 
My  song  shall  of  His  praises  be. 

He  is  their  strength ;  the  saving  strength 
Of  His  Anointed  One  is  He. 

Oh  save  the  nation  of  Thy  love, 
Oh  bless  Thy  chosen  heritage ; 

Feed  them  and  lead  them  as  a  flock. 
Lift  Thou  them  up  from  age  to  age. 


PSALM   XXIX.  277 


PSALM  XXIX. 

Give  ye  to  Jehovah,  O  sons  of  the  mighty, 
Give  ye  to  Jehovah  the  glory  and  power ; 

Give  ye  to  Jehovah  the  honor  and  glory ; 
In  beauty  of  holiness  kneel  and  adore. 

The  voice  of  Jehovah  comes  down  on  the  waters, 
In  thunder  the  God  of  The  Glory*  draws  nigh; 

Lo,  over  the  waves  of  the  wide-flowing  waters 
Jehovah  as  King  is  enthroned  on  high. 

The  voice  of  Jehovah  is  mighty,  is  mighty, 
The  voice  of  Jehovah  in  majesty  speaks ; 

The  voice  of  Jehovah  the  cedars  is  breaking, 
Jehovah  the  cedars  of  Lebanon  breaks. 

Like  young  heifers  at  play,  they  skip  when  he  speaketh ; 

Lo,  Lebanon  leaps  at  the  sound  of  His  name. 
Like  son  *  of  the  unicorn  Sirion  is  skipping ; 

The  voice  of  Jehovah  it  forketh  the  flame. 

*  See  Hebrew. 


278  PSALM   XXX. 

The  voice  of  Jehovah  it  shaketh  the  desert, 
The  desert  of  Kadesh  it  shaketh  with  fear ; 

The  hind  of  the  field  into  travail-pangs  casteth ; 
The  voice  of  Jehovah  the  forest  strips  bare. 

Each  one,  in  His  temple,  His  glory  is  speaking  * 
On  floods  He  is  sitting  as  King  on  His  throne. 

Jehovah  all  strength  to  His  people  is  giving, 
Jehovah  with  peace  is  still  blessing  His  own. 


PSALM   XXX. 

Thee,  Jehovah,  will  I  praise ! 
From  the  depths  Thou  didst  me  raise. 
And  my  adversaries,  glad 
Over  me,  Thou  hast  not  made. 
Lord,  my  God,  I  cried  to  Thee, 
And,  in  love.  Thou  healed'st  me ! 

Thou,  Jehovah,  didst  me  save ! 
And  from  the  devouring  grave, 

Or,  still  nearer  the  Hebrew,  — 

Each  thing  in  his  temple  is  uttering  glory. 


PSALM   XXX.  279 

Sending  down  from  heaven  above, 
Broughtest  up  my  soul  in  love ; 
And  alive  Thou  keepest  me 
That  the  pit  I  should  not  see. 

Sing  unto  Jehovah,  sing ; 
Thanks,  His  saints,  unto  Him  bring ; 
Call  to  mind  His  holiness ! 
Truly,  of  His  anger,  less 
Than  a  moment  is  the  bound ; 
In  His  favor  life  is  found. 

Weeping  tarries  for  a  night, 
Gladness  comes  with  morning  light. 
Spake  I  in  prosperity, 
I  shall  never  moved  be ; 
Strength,  Lord,  to  my  mountain  now 
By  Thy  favor  givest  Thou. 

Thou  didst  hide  Thy  face  from  me ; 
I  was  in  perplexity ; 
Unto  Thee,  Jehovah,  I 
Lifted  up  my  fervent  cry ; 
To  Jehovah,  in  my  need. 
Supplication  I  have  made. 


280  PSALM    XXX. 

"What  the  profit,  0  my  God, 
What  the  profit  of  my  blood, 
If  I  to  corruption  go  ? 
Shall  the  dust  Thy  praises  show  ? 
Shall  the  silent  dust  express 
All  Thy  truth  and  faithfulness  ? 

Hear  Thou,  O  Jehovah,  hear. 
And  in  mercy  draw  thou  near ! 
O  Jehovah,  in  Thy  love. 
Send  me  succor  from  above ; 
Thou  my  mourning  from  me  hast 
Tutned  into  the  dance  at  last. 

All  my  sackcloth  loosed'st  Thou, 
Girded'st  me  with  gladness  now  ; 
Thus  my  glory  praise  shall  Thee, 
And  shall  never  silent  be. 
Thee,  O  Lord  my  God,  will  I, 
Thee  for  ever  glorify ! 


PSALM   XXXI.  281 


PSALM   XXXI. 

In  Thee,  Jehovah,  do  I  trust, 
Let  me  then  never  shamed  be ; 

Succor  me  in  Thy  righteousness, 

Oh  bow  Thou  down  Thine  ear  to  me ! 

With  speed  me  help !     Be  Thou  my  rock 
Of  strength,  a  place  of  sure  defence. 

To  save  me ;  for  Thou  art  my  rock, 
My  fortress  and  my  confidence. 

Therefore,  for  Thy  name's  sake,  me  lead, 
Oh  guide  me,  pull  me  from  the  snare 

Which  privily  they  laid ;  for  Thou 
My  strength  art  and  deliverer. 

Into  Thy  hands  this  soul  of  mine 
I  have  committed  in  sure  trust ; 

Thou  hast  redeemed  me,  0  Lord, 
My  God,  the  faithful  and  the  just. 


282  PSALM   XXXI, 

From  those  who  idol-vanities 
Of  lying  gods  do  wait  upon, 

I  turned  have  ;  my  confidence 
Upon  Jehovah  rests  alone. 

I  will  be  glad  and  leap  with  joy, 

For  Thy  great  mercies  ;  for  Thine  eyes 

Have  seen  my  trouble,  and  my  soul 
Hast  known  in  her  sore  agonies. 

Thou  hast  not  shut  me  up  into 
The  hand  of  the  great  enemy, 

But  in  a  large  and  pleasant  place 
Hast  set  my  feet  for  ever  free. 

Have  mercy  upon  me,  0  God, 
For  in  sore  trouble  is  my  heart ; 

Mine  eye  consumed  is  with  grief. 
My  soul,  my  every  inward  part. 

Truly  my  life  is  spent  in  grief. 
My  years  with  sighing  fade  away, 

My  strength,  for  mine  iniquity. 
Me  faileth,  and  my  bones  decay. 


PSALM   XXXI.  283 

Among  my  adversaries  all 

I  was  a  scorn ;  but  specially 
My  neighbors  ;  to  my  friends  a  fear ; 

They  met  me,  and  they  fled  from  me. 

Forgotten  as  the  dead  am  I, 

A  broken  vessel ;  I  did  hear 
The  slander  of  the  multitude, 

On  every  side  of  me  was  fear. 

Against  me  they  joint  counsel  took ; 

My  life  they  sought  to  take  away. 
But  in  Thee  have  I  trusted,  Lord, 

Thou  art  my  God,  then  did  I  say. 

My  times  are  in  Thy  hand ;  from  foes 

And  persecutors  set  me  free ; 
Shine  on  Thy  servant  with  Thy  face. 

In  mercy  great  deliver  me. 

Let  me  not  be  ashamed,  O  Lord, 

For  I  have  called  upon  Thee ; 
Let  the  ungodly  be  ashamed, 

And  in  the  grave  all  silent  be. 


284  PSALM    XXXI. 

Dumb  be  the  lips  of  falsehood  all ; 

Against  the  righteous  one  in  pride 
"Who  speak  the  words  of  insolence, 

And  with  the  tongue  of  scorn  deride. 

« 
How  great  Thy  goodness  is  !     Laid  up 

For  those  who  fear  Thee  and  obey ; 

In  presence  of  the  sons  of  men, 

Displayed  for  them  who  on  Thee  stay. 

Within  Thy  presence-chamber,  Lord, 
Thou  wilt  conceal  them  from  the  pride 

Of  man ;  in  Thy  pavilion  close 

From  strife  of  tongues  Thou  wilt  them  hide. 

Let  then  Jehovah  blessed  be, 

For  He  His  tender  love  at  length 

To  me  hath  magnified,  and  brought 
Me  to  the  city  of  His  strength. 

For  as  I  hasted  on,  I  said, 

I  am  cut  off  before  Thine  eyes ; 
Yet  heardest  Thou  my  pleading  voice 

When  up  to  Thee  I  sent  my  cries. 


PSALM   XXXII.  285 

Love  ye  Jehovah,  all  His  saints ! 

Jehovah  doth  the  faithful  guard ; 
But  him  who  goeth  on  in  j)ride 

He  will  abundantly  reward. 

Be  of  good  courage  then,  His  saints, 
And  He  will  needed  strength  alway 

Unto  your  fainting  hearts  impart, 
All  ye  who  on  Jehovah  stay ! 


PSALM  XXXH. 

Blessed  is  he. 

To  whom  forgiven  hath  been 
Transgression  all, 

And  covered  is  his  sin  ; 
Blessed  the  man, 

The  man  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputeth  not 

All  his  iniquity, 
And  from  whose  soul 

All  guile  has  passed  away ! 


286  PSALM    XXXII. 

Silence  I  kept, 

My  bones  went  to  decay, 
Because  of  this 

My  crying  all  the  day  ; 
For  day  and  night 

Thy  hand  upon  me  lay 
Most  heavily. 

My  freshness  all  is  gone, 
Dried  up  am  I 

As  by  the  summer's  sun. 

My  sin,  0  Lord, 

I  have  confessed  to  Thee  ; 
I  have  not  hid 

My  great  iniquity ; 
I  spake  and  said, 

All  my  transgressions  now 
Unto  the  Lord, 

Freely  confess  will  L 
Thou  pardoned  hast, 

My  sin's  iniquity. 

Because  of  this 

Shall  every  godly  one 


PSALM    XXXII.  287 

Pray  nnto  Thee, 

In  that  time  when  alone 
Thou  mayest  be  found. 

Then  surely  when  the  tide 
Of  waters  great 

Around  are  swelling  high^ 
To  Him  their  waves 

Shall  never  once  come  nigh. 

In  evil  day, 

A  hiding-place  to  me 
Thou  only  art ! 

Yea,  Thou  wilt  set  me  free 
From  all  distress ; 

And  Thou,  my  sure  defence 
On  every  side, 

About  shalt  compass  me, 
With  grateful  songs 

Of  happy  liberty. 

I  will  thee  teach 

And  counsel  in  the  way 
Which  thou  shalt  go, 

I'll  guide  thee  with  mine  eye. 


288  PSALM    XXXIII. 

Be  not  as  horse 

Or  mule,  devoid  of  mind, 
Whose  stubborn  mouth 

Strongly  held  in  must  be 
With  bit  and  rein, 

Lest  they  come  near  to  thee. 

Woes  witliout  end 

To  sinners  shall  abound ; 
But  as  for  him 

Who  in  Jehovah  trusts, 
Mercy  and  grace 

Shall  compass  him  around. 
Ye  just,  be  glad, 

Jehovah's  name  extol ; 
Yea,  shout  for  joy. 

All  ye  upright  of  soul ! 


PSALM   XXXIIL 


Rejoice  in  Jehovah,  rejoice,  O  ye  righteous, 
For  praise  to  the  upright  is  comely  and  fair ; 

With  harp  and  with  psaltery  give  thanks  to  Jehovah, 
Your  ten-stringed  lyre  in  His  honor  prepare. 


PSALM   XXXIII.  289 

A  new  song  of  praise  to  Jehovah,  oh  sing  ye, 
In  notes  of  loud  melody  pour  forth  jour  skill ; 

For  upright  and  pure  is  the  word  of  Jehovah ; 
The  deeds  of  His  hand  they  are  faithfulness  still. 

Just  judgment  and  righteousness  alway  He  loveth  ; 

Jehovah's  free  goodness  it  filleth  the  earth ; 
By  the  word  of  Jehovah  these  heavens  were  created, 

The  breath  of  His  mouth  to  their  hosts  giveth  birth. 

The  waves  of  the  sea  as  an  heap  up  He  gathers, 
He  lays  up  the  deep  in  His  chambers  of  store ; 

Thou  earth  with  thy  fulness,  oh  fear  thou  Jehovah, 
Thou  world  and  thy  dwellers,  Him  tremble  before ! 

'Twas  He,  He  who  spake,  and  it  rose  into  being ! 

He  gave  the  command,  and  creation  stood  fast ; 
To  nought  every  plan  of  the  heathen  He  bringeth, 

The  schemes  of  the  nations  Jehovah  doth  blast. 

Jehovah,  His  counsel  it  standeth  eternal, 

The  thoughts  of  His  heart  are  for  ever  the  same ; 

Oh  blessed  the  nation  whose  God  is  Jehovah, 
The  people  He  doth  for  His  heritage  claim. 
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200  PSALM    XXXIII. 

From  heaven  looks  Jehovah,  men's  sons  He  beholdeth. 
From  the  place  of  His  mansion  on  earth  doth  He 
gaze; 

The  hearts  of  its  dwellers  alike  He  createth, 

He  marketh  and  weigheth  their  works  and  their  ways. 

Not  by  his  vast  hosts  is  the  monarch  delivered, 
Nor  by  his  great  might  doth  the  warrior  win  ; 

All  false  is  the  strength  of  the  war-horse  for  safety, 
And  vain  all  the  hopes  on  his  fleetness  that  lean. 

The  eye  of  Jehovah  on  those  that  do  fear  Him 
Still  resteth  ;  on  those  on  His  mercy  who  stay  ; 

Their  soul  from  all  death  by  His  power  to  deliver. 
To  keep  them  alive  in  the  dearth's  evil  day. 

Our  soul  for  Jehovah  has  waited,  has  waited ; 

For  our  succor  is  He ;  our  strength  is  His  power ; 
Yea  He,  even  He,  is  our  shield  and  our  buckler, 

And  in  Him  our  heart  shall  rejoice  evermore. 

For  still  in  the  name  of  His  holiness  ever 

The  strength  of  our  confidence  rested  have  we ; 

On  us  let  Thy  mercy  abide,  O  Jehovah, 
According  as  we  have  confided  in  Thee. 


PSALM   XXXIV. 


291 


PSALM  XXXIV. 

Jehovah  will  I  bless, 

In  every  season  still ; 
His  praises,  without  ceasing,  shall 

My  lips  for  ever  fill ! 

Yea,  to  Jehovah  shall 

My  soul  exulting  cry  ; 
The  lowly  they  shall  hear  of  this, 

And  join  my  song  of  joy. 

Unto  Jehovah  give, 
•  With  me,  the  mighty  praise ; 
Oh,  come,  and  His  great  name  on  high 
Together  let  us  raise. 

Jt'hovah  did  I  seek ; 

Jehovah  answered  me. 
And  out  of  all  my  many  fears 

He  hath  my  soul  set  free. 


202  PSALM   XXXIV. 

Light  on  their  souls  broke  in, 
As  they  to  Him  looked  up ; 

Nor  o'er  their  faces  passed  the  shame 
Of  disappointed  hope. 

This  poor  man  on  Ilim  cried, 

Jehovah  heard  his  cry. 
And  to  him  sent  deliverance 

From  all  his  misery. 

Yea,  all  around,  as  guard, 
Those  who  do  fear  His  name, 

The  angel  of  Jehovah  camps. 
And  he  delivers  them. 

Oh,  taste  and  see  that  good 

Jehovah  is  alway, 
And  blessed,  blessed  is  the  man 

Whose  trust  doth  on  him  stay. 

Fear  ye  Jehovah,  all 

His  saints,  oh  fear  Him  ye ! 

For  unto  those  who  do  Him  fear 
No  want  shall  ever  be. 


PSALM  XXXIV.  293 

The  lions  young  do  lack 

And  cry  for  want  of  food  ; 
But  they  who  do  Jehovah  seek 

Shall  not  lack  any  good. 

Come  ye,  my  children,  come, 

And  hearken  unto  me  ; 
Oh  come,  and  in  Jehovah's  fear 

I  will  your  teacher  be. 

Who  loveth  length  of  days  ? 

To  taste  good  here  who  sighs  ? 
Preserve  thy  tongue  from  evil  words, 

Thy  lips  from  speaking  lies. 

Upon  His  righteous  ones, 

In  love,  Jehovah's  eyes 
Are  ever  resting,  and  His  ears 

Are  open  to  their  cries. 

Against  those  that  do  ill 

Set  is  Jehovah's  face  ; 
From  earth  to  make  their  memory 

Right  utterly  to  cease. 


294  PSALM    XXXIV. 

They  cry  ;  Jehovah  hears, 
When  on  His  name  they  call, 

And  from  their  troubles  manifold 
He  them  delivers  all. 

Unto  the  broken  heart 
Jehovah  draweth  nigh ; 

Unto  the  contrite  spirit  gives 
Salvation  from  on  high. 

Many  the  sorrows  here 

The  Just  One's  cup  which  fill ; 

But  out  of  every  one  of  them 
Jehovah  save  him  will. 

He  keepeth  all  his  bones, 
And  broken  there  is  none. 

Slain  shall  the  sinner  be ;  cut  off 
"Who  hate  the  righteous  One. 

His  servant's  soul  from  death 
Jehovah  doth  redeem ; 

No  condemnation  is  for  those  * 
Who  put  their  trust  in  Him. 

*  See  Hebrew. 


PSALM   XXXV.  295 


PSALM  XXXV. 

Jii:HOVAH,  plead  against  my  foes ! 

With  my  contenders.  Lord,  contend. 
Grasp  Thou  the  buckler  and  the  shield 

Oh  stand  Thou  up  me  to  defend. 

Stretch  out  the  spear  against  my  foes  ; 

'Gainst  my  pursuers  stop  the  way. 
I  thy  salvation  am  alone, 

Unto  my  soul  thus  speak  and  say. 

Shamed  and  confounded  be  all  those 
Wlio  seek  after  my  soul  in  hate, 

Turned  back,  put  to  confusion  they 
Who  evil  to  me  meditate. 

The  angel  of  the  Lord  them  chase ! 

As  chaff  before  the  wind  be  they ; 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  pursue ; 

All  dark  and  slippery  be  their  way  ! 


296  PSALM   XXXV. 

For  without  cause  have  thej  their  net 
Within  a  pit  concealed  for  me,  — 

A  pit  which  without  cause  they  have 
For  my  soul  digged  privily. 

Let  ruin  seize  him  unawares, 

And  let  the  net,  which  he  doth  hide 

For  others,  catch  himself;  let  him 
Into  that  very  ruin  slide. 

Then  shall  this  soul  of  mine  rejoice, 
Yea,  in  Jehovah  glad  shall  be ; 

In  His  salvation  evermore 
It  shall  rejoice  triumphantly. 

Then  all  my  bones  shall  say,  O  Lord, 
Who  is  like  Thee,  the  desolate 

Who  savest  from  the  strong,  the  poor 
And  needy  from  the  spoiler's  hate  ? 

The  witnesses  of  wrong  rose  up ; 

False  charges  they  against  me  brought, 
Evil  for  good  they  recompensed. 

The  spoiling  of  my  soul  they  sought. 


PSALM   XXXV.  297 

But  as  for  me,  when  they  were  sick, 
My  clothing  sackcloth  was,  I  mourned ; 

My  soul  with  fasting  I  brought  low, 
My  prayer  into  my  bosom  turned. 

Nay,  and  I  bore  myself  as  if 

A  friend  and  brother  he  had  been  ; 

As  one  that  for  his  mother  mourns 
I  bowed  myself  with  heavy  mien. 

But  in  my  halting  they  rejoice, 

And  gather  round  me  ;  yea,  the  vile 

Against  me  come,  —  I  knew  it  not,  — 
With  ceaseless  mocking  they  revile. 

Yea,  with  the  hireling  hypocrites, 
For  bread  who  trade  in  mockery ,"* 

With  bitter  hatred  they  my  steps 

Pursued,  and  gnashed  their  teeth  at  me. 

Jehovah,  wilt  Thou  still  look  on, 
Oh  wilt  Thou  not  at  length  restore 

From  their  destroying  rage  my  soul. 
My  darling  from  the  lion's  power  ? 

*  See  Hebrev;. 


298  rsALM  XXXV. 

In  midst  of  the  assembly  great, 
I  utter  will  my  thankfulness, 

Amid  the  mighty  nations  all, 

I  will  Thy  praises,  Lord,  express. 

Let  not  my  wrongful  enemies 
Raise  over  me  the  exulting  cry ; 

Nor  those  who  hate  me  without  cause 
Against  my  soul  wink  with  the  eye. 

They  speak  not  peace,  but  lies  they  forge 

Against  the  quiet  citizen. 
Opening  their  mouth  on  me,  they  said, 

Aha,  aha,  our  eye  hath  seen ! 

Jehovah,  Thou  hast  seen  !     No  more 
Keep  silence,  be  not  far  from  me. 

O  Lord,  arise,  awake,  me  judge,  — 
My  God  and  Lord,  oh  judge  my  plea ! 

Judge  me,  Jehovah,  O  my  God, 
According  to  Thy  righteousness ; 

And  let  not  those  mine  enemies 
O'er  me  exult  in  my  distress. 


PSALM   XXXV.  299 

Let  them  not  say  within  their  hearts, 
Ah,  now  we  have  our  soul's  desire  ! 

Let  them  not  say  within  their  hearts, 
We  have  him  swallowed  up  entire ! 

Let  those  who  in  my  hurt  rejoice, 

Confounded  all  and  shamed  be  ! 
Clothed  be  they  with  disgrace  and  shame 

Who  lift  themselves  in  pride  o'er  me. 

Rejoice  and  shout  for  joy,  all  ye 

Delighting  in  my  righteousness  ; 
Yea,  tell  them,  say,  Jehovah  still 

Be  praised,  who  loves  his  servant's  peace. 

And  so  my  tongue  shall  celebrate 
Thy  glorious  righteousness  alway  ; 

Yea,  so  my  tongue  shall  celebrate 
Aloud  Thy  praises  all  the  day. 


300  PSALM    XXXVI. 


PSALM  XXXVI. 

Speaketh  the  sinner's  sin  within  my  heart, 
Before  his  eyes,  of  God  there  is  no  fear ; 

For  in  self-flattery  still  on  he  goes, 
Till  of  his  sin  the  hatefulness  appear. 

Lies  and  deceit  alone  are  on  his  lips, 

Wisdom  and  goodness,  lo,  he  shunneth  still ; 

Mischief  upon  his  bed  he  meditates, 

The  wicked  path  he  takes,  nor  hates  the  ill. 

Jehovah,  in  the  heavens  Thy  mercy  is. 
Unto  the  clouds  extends  Tliy  faithfulness ; 

Thy  righteousness  is  like  the  hills  of  God, 
Thy  judgments  are  a  fathomless  abyss. 

Jehovah,  Thou  preservest  man  and  beast ! 

O  God,  our  God,  how  excellent  Thy  grace ; 
Therefore  beneath  the  shadow  of  Thy  wings, 

The  sous  of  men  their  confidence  shall  place. 


PSALiI    XLV.  301 

They  shiiU  be  satisfied  abundantly 

With  the  large  fulness  which  Thy  house  supplies  ; 
Yea,  Thou  wilt  give  them  drink  for  evermore 

From  the  eternal  river  of  Thy  joys. 

For  with  Thee  only  is  life's  fountain  clear, 
And  in  Thy  light  alone  we  light  shall  see ; 

Draw  out  *  Thy  grace  to  those  who  Thee  have  known, 
Thy  righteousness  to  those  who  upright  be. 

Keep  far  from  me  the  foot  of  pride ;  nor  let 

Me  moved  be  by  these  mine  enemies. 
There  fall  the  workers  of  iniquity ; 

Struck  down  are  they,  unable  more  to  rise ! 


PSALM   XLV. 

My  heart,  my  heart  is  bursting  forth. 

And  glorious  things  my  lips  would  speak ; 

All,  all  is  for  the  King !     My  tongue, 
The  ready  writer's  pen  now  take ! 

*  See  Hebrew. 


302  PSALM    XLV. 

Oh  beautiful,  most  beautiful, 

Art  Thou  all  sons  of  men  before ! 

Into  Thy  lips  all  grace  is  poured, 

Thee  God  hath  blessed  for  evermore. 

O  Mightiest  of  the  mighty,  come ! 

Thy  sword  at  length  upon  Thy  thigh 
Gird  Thou  ;  and,  with  Thy  sword,  put  on 

Thine  honor  and  Thy  majesty. 

Yea,  in  Thy  majesty  ride  on ! 

Because  of  truth  still  onward  go, 
Because  of  lowly  righteousness  ; 

Dread  things  Thy  right  hand  shall  Thee  show. 

Whetted  ft  >r  war  Thine  arrows  are ; 

Lo  !   under  Thee  the  nations  fall ; 
And  lodged  within  the  very  heart 

Of  the  King's  foes  Thine  arrows  all. 

Thy  throne,  0  mighty  God,  it  shall 

For  ever  and  for  ever  be ; 
The  sceptre  of  Thy  kingdom  is 

The  sceptre  of  all  equity. 


PSALM    XLV. 

Riglit  Thou  bast  loved,  and  hated  wrong; 

Therefore,  O  God,  Thy  God  on  high 
Hath  Thee  above  Thy  fellows  all 

Anointed  with  the  oil  of  joy. 

Of  myrrh,  aloes,  and  cassia. 

Are  all  Thy  glorious  garments  made ; 
Out  of  the  ivory  palaces, 

The  voice  of  harp  hath  made  Thee  glad  * 

Daughters  of  kings  we  see  among 

Thy  honorable  women  there ; 
But  at  Thy  right  hand  stands  the  queen 

Alone,  in  gold  of  Ophir  rare. 

O  daughter,  hearken,  give  good  heed, 
Consider,  and  inclnie  thine  ear ; 

Thy  people  thou  must  now  forget. 

Thy  father's  house  thou  must  forbear. 

And  so,  above  all  other,  shall 
The  king  thy  beauty  dote  upon  ; 

Yet,  daughter.  He  is  still  thy  Lord ; 
Him  shalt  thou  worship.  Him  alone. 

*  See  Hebrew. 


303 


304  PSALM    XLV. 

Yea,  and  the  daughter  of  old  Tyre 

With  gifts  and  offerings  shall  be  there ; 

And  all  the  nations'  wealthy  ones, 
Seeking  thy  favor  then  to  share. 

"Within  the  bridal-chamber  she, 

The  daughter  of  the  King  of  kings. 

All  glorious  is  ;  her  vesture  fair 

Inwrought  with  gold  embroiderings. 

In  rich  array  of  needlework 

Shall  she  be  brought  unto  the  King : 

Virgins  behind  her  numberless. 

Her  fellows,  unto  Thee  they  bring. 

O  gladness  of  all  gladness  then ! 

O  mirth  of  mirth,  when  they  shall  come 
Into  the  palace  of  the  King, 

Their  royal  and  eternal  home ! 

Then  in  the  room  of  those  of  old, 
Thy  fathers,  shall  thy  sons  be  there ; 

Them  shalt  thou  take,  and  in  the  earth 
Set  them  for  princes  everywhere. 


PSALM    XCVIIT.  305 

So  will  I  make  Thy  name  to  be 

Remembered  through  eternal  days  ; 

And  therefore  Thee  the  people  shall 
For  ever  and  for  ever  jDraise. 


PSALM  XCVHL 

Sing  unto  Jehovah,  sing ! 

Mighty  wonders  He  hath  done : 
His  right  hand  and  holy  arm 

Him  the  victory  hath  won, 

Lo,  Jehovah  far  and  wide 

His  salvation  hath  made  known ; 
To  the  nations  of  the  earth 

He  His  righteousness  hath  shown. 

Mindful  unto  Israel  He 

Of  His  love  and  truth  hath  been ; 
The  salvation  of  our  God 

All  the  ends  of  earth  have  seen. 
20 


306  PSALM  xcviir. 

To  Jehovah  shout  aloud ! 

Let  the  earth  with  gladness  ring ; 
Break  ye  forth  with  mighty  voice, 

Break  ye  forth,  rejoice  and  sing. 

Praise  Jehovah  with  the  harp, 
Harp  and  psalm  together  bring ; 

With  the  trump  and  cornet  sound, 
Shout  ye  to  the  Lord  the  King. 

Ocean,  let  thy  fulness  roar ; 

Earth  and  dwellers,  lift  the  voice ; 
Floods  and  rivers,  clap  your  hands ; 

Hills,  with  one  accord  rejoice, 

Now  before  Jehovah  all !  — 
For  to  judgment  cometh  He ; 

Justly  He  the  earth  will  judge. 
And  the  peoples  uprightly. 


PSALM    XCIX.  307 


PSALM   XCIX. 


Jehovah  he  reigneth !     Oh  tremble,  ye  nations  ! 

He  sits  on  the  cherubim,  let  the  earth  move. 
Jehovah  in  Zion  is  mighty,  is  mighty, 

Exalted  is  He  all  the  people  above. 

Praise,  praise,  let  the  nations,  Thy  name  great   and 
awful ; 

Thy  name  in  its  holiness  let  them  adore ! 
This  great  King  of  all  kings,  this  King  ever  mighty, 

Just  judgment  He  loveth  and  keepetli  in  store. 

True  judgment  and  justice  in  Jacob  lie  worketh ; 

And  equity  there  is  established  by  Thee. 
Jehovah,  our  God,  oh  exalt  ye  for  ever. 

Bow  down  at  His  footstool,  for  holy  is  He. 

See  there,  of  His  priestly  ones,  Moses  and  Aaron, 
And  see,  of  His  worshippers,  Samuel  is  there. 

They  called  on  Jehovah,  Jehovah  He  arswered, 
From  pillar  of  cloud  He  His  will  did  declare. 


308  FSALM    CXXI. 

His  statutes  they  kept,  and  His  laws  to  them  given. 

Jehovah,  our  God,  Thou  didst  answer  their  prayer ; 
On  their  deeds,  in  Thy  wrath,  just  vengeance  Thou 
took  est, 

Yet  God  of  forgiveness  Thyself  didst  declare. 

Jehovah,  our  God,  oh  exalt  ye,  exalt  ye ! 

Oh  come  and  before  Him  bow  lowly  the  knee ; 
On  hill  of  His  holiness  bow  ye  before  Him ; 

For  Jehovah,  our  God,  most  holy  is  He ! 


PSALM    CXXI. 

Unto  the  eternal  hills 

I  will  lift  up  mine  eyes ; 
From  whence  alone,  I  know, 
Doth  all  my  help  arise. 
My  help  is  from  Jehovah  given, 
From  Him  who  made  the  earth  and  heaven. 

Thy  foot  He'll  ever  hold. 

It  shall  not  moved  be. 
He  never  slumber  will, 

The  God  who  keepeth  thee. 


PSALM   cxxv.  309 

Lo,  He  that  doth  his  Israel  keep, 
He  neither  slumber  shall  nor  sleep. 

Jehovah  keepeth  thee ! 

And  upon  thy  right  hand 
Jehovah,  as  thy  shade, 
Doth  ever,  ever  stand. 
The  sun  by  day  thee  shall  not  smite, 
Nor  hurt  thee  shall  the  moon  by  night. 

From  all  of  evil  here 

Jehovah  keepeth  thee : 
He  shall  thy  soul  still  keep ; 
Jehovah  keep  shall  He 
Thy  goings  all,  as  heretofore, 
From  this  time  forth  and  evermore. 


PSALM   CXXV. 

Like  Sion  mount  all  they  shall  be 
Who  in  Jehovah  set  their  stay  ; 
Sion,  which  cannot  be  removed, 
But  which  abideth  firm  for  aye. 


310  PSALM    CXXV. 

As  round  about  Jerusalem 
The  mountains  be ;  even  so  of  old, 
Yea,  from  this  time  and  evermore, 
Jehovah  doth  his  own  enfold. 

For  on  the  lot  of  righteous  men 
The  rod  of  evil  shall  not  lie, 
Lest  that  the  righteous  should  put  forth 
Their  hands  unto  iniquity. 

Oh  let  the  good  Thy  goodness  still 
For  ever,  O  Jehovah,  share ; 
Yea,  to  all  such,  O  Lord,  do  good, 
As  in  their  spirit  upright  are. 

But*  such  as  after  crooked  ways 
Do  turn  aside,  Jehovah  will 
With  evil-doers  cast  them  forth  ; 
But  peace  shall  be  on  Israel  still. 


PSALM    CXXVI.  311 


PSALM   CXXVI. 

When  Jehovah  turned  again 

Sion's  sore  captivity, 
Like  the  dreamers  of  a  dream. 

Seemed  we  in  that  day  to  be ; 
Filled  with  laughter  was  our  mouth, 

And  our  tongue  with  melody. 

Spake  our  heathen  lords,  Great  things 
Hath  Jehovah  for  them  done ; 

Great  things  hath  He  done  for  us. 
We  will  joy  in  Him  alone. 

Turn  our  bondage.  Lord,  like  streams 
Dried  up  by  the  southern  sun. 

They  shall  reap  their  fields  in  joy, 
Who  in  sowing  weep  and  mourn ; 

He  that  goeth  forth  in  tears 
With  his  seed,  shall  yet  return 

In  the  gladness  of  his  heart. 

With  his  sheaves  of  harvest  corn. 


312 


PSALM    CXXX. 


PSALM   CXXX. 

Out  of  the  depths  on  Thee  I  called  have, 

Jehovah  !     Hear  my  voice,  O  Lord,  on  high  ; 

Oh  let  Thine  ears  still  listen,  and  give  heed 
Unto  the  voice  of  this  my  pleading  cry. 

Who,  O  Jehovah,  could  before  Thee  stand, 
If  Thou,  0  Lord,  shouldst  mark  iniquity  ? 

But  with  Thee  are  the  pardon  and  the  grace, 
That  Thou  because  of  this  shouldst  feared  be. 

I  for  Jehovah  wait !  my  soul  doth  wait ; 

His  word  I  hope  in ;  to  the  Lord  mine  eye 
Looks  more  than  that  of  watchers  for  the  morn, 

Than  watchers  for  the  morn  more  longingly. 

Let  Israel  in  Jehovah  hope ;  for  with 
Jehovah  is  the  mercy ;  and  with  Him 

There  is  redemption  plenteous,  and  He 
From  all  his  sins  His  Israel  shall  redeem. 


PSALMS    CXXXIV.,    CXLVIII.  313 


PSALM   CXXXIV. 


Jehovah  bless ! 

Jehovah's  servants  all, 
Who  stand  by  night 

Jehovah's  house  within  ! 
His  holy  place 

Within,  lift  up  your  hands, 
Jehovah  bless ! 

Jehovah,  He  whose  will 
Made  heaven  and  earth, 

Bless  thee  from  Zion  hill ! 


PSALM   CXLVIIL 

Hallelujah  !     Praise  the  Lord ! 
From  the  heavens,  with  one  accord, 
Praise  be  to  Jehovah  given  ; 
Praise  Him  in  the  heights  of  heaven. 


314  PSALM    CXLVIII. 

Praise  Him,  all  His  angel  choir, 
Praise  Him,  ye  His  hosts  of  fire ; 
Praise  Him,  sun  and  moon  so  bright, 
Praise  Him,  all  ye  stars  of  light. 

Praise  Him,  heaven  of  heavens  so  high, 
Praise  Him,  floods  above  the  sky ; 
In  His  name  let  all  be  glad, 
For  He  spake,  and  they  were  made. 

Them  for  ever  'stablished  He, 

By  unchangeable  decree : 

From  the  earth,  praise,  praise  the  Lord, 

Dragons,  deeps,  with  one  accord. 

Hail  and  lightning,  snow  and  mists, 
Storms  fulfilling  His  behests, 
Hills  and  mighty  mountains  all. 
Fruitful  trees  and  cedars  tall. 

Praise  Him,  all  ye  birds  of  wing, 
Beast  and  herd  and  creeping  thing, 
Nations  on  this  earthly  ball. 
Kings  and  princes,  judges  all. 


PSALM    CXLIX. 

Youths  and  maidens,  old  and  young, 
Praise  Jehovah's  name  in  song ; 
For  His  name  alone  is  high, 
And  His  glory  fills  the  sky. 

He  His  people's  horn  doth  raise, 
Of  His  holy  ones  the  praise : 
Sons  of  Israel  dear  and  nigh. 
Praise  the  Lord  eternally. 


115 


PSALM   CXLIX. 

Praise  ye  to  Jehovah  bring ! 
To  the  Lord  a  new  song  sing ; 
Let  the  mighty  gathering 
Of  His  saints  with  praises  ring. 

In  Jehovah,  who  them  made, 
Let  His  Israel  be  glad ; 
Let  the  sons  of  Zion  sing. 
And  be  joyful  in  their  King. 


316  rSALM    CXLIX. 

Let  them  praise  His  holy  name ; 
In  the  dance  extol  His  fame, 
On  the  harp  and  timbrel  raise 
Songs  of  triumph  to  His  praise. 

For  Jehovah  doth  rejoice 
In  the  people  of  His  choice ; 
.  And  with  His  salvation  high 
He  the  meek  will  beautify. 

Let  the  saints  in  glory  praise, 
On  their  beds  their  song  upraise. 
In  their  mouth  praise  to  the  Lord, 
In  their  hand  the  two-edged  sword ; 

On  the  heathen  wrath  to  pour. 
On  the  people  judgment  sore. 
Fast  to  bind  the  kingly  train, 
Nobles  with  the  iron  chain, 

Executing  on  their  head 
The  unerring  doom  of  dread. 
All  His  saints  this  honor  claim ;  — 
Praise  Jehovah,  laud  His  name  ! 


PSALM    CL. 


317 


PSALM   CL. 

Jehovah  praise !     Praise  God 

Within  His  sanctuary ! 
Oh  praise  Him  in  His  place  of  power, 

His  firmament  on  high. 

Praise  Him  for  all  His  deeds 

Of  majesty  and  power  ; 
For  greatness  and  for  excellence, 

Oh  praise  Him  every  hour. 

"With  the  clear  trumpet's  sound 

Lift  ye  His  glory  high  ; 
Upon  the  harp  His  praises  speak 

And  on  the  psaltery. 

With  timbrel  and  with  dance 

His  majesty  proclaim ; 
Praise  Him  with  stringed  instruments, 

With  organs  praise  His  name. 


318  PSALM    CL. 

On  the  loud  cymbals  praise ; 

Praise  Him,  each  breathing  thing ; 
On  the  high-sounding  cymbals  praise 

Unto  Jehovah  sino^. 


INDEX. 


PAGE 

Across  the  plains  of  Europe 7 

Ah,  Lord,  the  world  is  dark 34 

Alleluia,  song  of  sweetness 198 

Almighty  Comforter  and  Friend 78 

A  sea  of  glass  I  saw 172 

A  sinful  man  am  I ,70 

Bear  Thou  my  burden 146 

Behold,  thou  art  all  fair,  my  love 206 

Be  still,  my  soul,  be  still 31 

Blessed  is  he 285 

Blest  is  the  man  that  walketh  not 213 

Break  forth  in  song '-^'6 

Bring  the  bright  day  to  me 1-^3 

By  the  cross  of  Jesus  standing 79 

Come,  oh  come,  thou  King  of  glory 192 

Could  ye  not  watch 107 

Done  is  the  work  that  saves 60 

Earth  is  the  Lord's 264 

Eternal  waterbrooks 102 


320  INDEX. 

PAGE 

Fair  sia,  teiiipt  me  not 56 

Father,  our  children  keep 1S5 

Fear  not,  thou  daughter  of  Zion 126 

Fill  Thou  my  life,  O  Lord  my  God 150 

Finish  thy  work,  the  time  is  short 10 

For  the  warfare  gird  it  on 11 

From  earth  retiring So 

From  the  cross  the  hlood  is  falling 161 

From  the  gate  now  carried  forth 200 

Give  ye  to  Jehovah 277 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father 168 

God  of  heaven  and  earth 197 

God  of  my  righteousness 217 

God  of  truth,  and  King  of  power 197 

Great  King  of  kings 22 

Hallelujah!     Praise  the  Lord 313 

Hear,  O  Jehovah,  hear 242 

He  called  them,  and  they  left il7 

He  came  a  leper,  all  unclean 72 

Help  me,  ray  God,  to  speak 69 

Bespeaks!     The  gracious  words  I  hear 19 

Holy  Father,  mighty  God 130 

Home  of  holy  light        80 

How  are  my  troublers  multiplied 216 

How  goes  the  fight  with  thee 37 

How  long,  Jehovah 237 

How  sweetly  doth  He  show  His  face 205 

I  look  along  the  past 114 

I  need  no  priest,  save  Him  who  is  above 135 

I  thank  Thee,  Lord,  for  using  me l'-9 

In  Thee,  Jehovah,  do  I  trust 281 

Into  the  heaven  of  the  heavens 1C6 


INDEX.  321 

PAGE 

Is  the  Bridegroom  absent  Still  ? 181 

It  travels  onward,  tliis  old  world 15 

Jehovah  bless 313 

Jehovah  He  my  Shepherd  is 263 

Jehovah  He  reigneth 307 

Jehovah,  help 235 

Jehovah  in  the  day 255 

Jehovah,  in  Thy  strength 256 

Jehovah  is  my  light  and  health 271 

Jehovah,  Lord 225 

Jehovah,  0  my  God,  me  save 223 

Jehovah,  plead  against  my  foes 295 

Jehovah  praise 317 

Jehovah  will  I  bless 291 

Judge  me,  0  Lord 269 

Life  is  coming 20 

Light  hath  arisen 57 

Like  Sion  mount  all  they  shall  be  ...    * 309 

Lo  God,  our  God,  has  come 59 

Lord,  if  he  sleep  he  shall  do  well 169 

Lord,  may  I  plead  with  Thee,  pluck  out  this  thorn 175 

Lord  Jesus  Christ,  our  God  and  King 164 

Lord,  give  me  light  to  do  Thy  work 112 

Love  not  the  world 104 

Love  thou  the  truth 124 

My  God,  my  God 259 

My  heart,  my  heart  is  bursting  forth 301 

My  trust  is  in 233 

My  words,  Jehovah,  hear 219 

None  like  Him,  of  the  sons  of  men 209 

No,  not  the  love  without  the  blood 138 

21 


322  INDEX. 

PAGE 

No,  not  despairingly 83 

Not  in  silence  only 153 

Not  in  Thine  anger,  Lord 221 

Not  to  ourselves  again 120 

Now  in  parting,  Father,  bless  us     . 152 

Now  may  the  God  of  peace 177 

Now,  0  Holy  Spirit,  one 196 

Oh,  help  me  o'er  this  river 14 

O  love  invisible,  yet  infinite  .     * 162 

One  Christ  we  feed  upon 144 

On  Thee,  O  Jesus 74 

On  the  great  love  of  God  I  lean 176 

Out  of  the  depths 312 

Peace  upon  peace,  like  wave  on  wave 63 

Praise  will  I  unto  Thee 227 

Praise  ye  to  Jehovah  bring 315 

Preserve  me,  0  my  God 240 

Rejoice  in  Jehovah 288 

Rest,  weary  Son  of  God 67 

Rises  now  the  star  of  day 195 

Seamless  and  fair 155 

Shine  on,  sweet  sun 60 

Sing  unto  Jehovah,  sing 305 

Soon  this  corruptible 87 

Sounds  the  trumpet  from  afar 61 

Speaketh  the  sinner's  sin 300 

Sweet  cup  of  sorrow 32 

The  babe,  the  bride,  the  quiet  dead 65 

The  Christ,"  the  Son  of  God,  hath  died 130 

The  Cross  it  standeth  fast 40 


INDEX.                                  .  323 
PAGE 

The  Cross  stands  firm 39 

Thee  in  the  loving  bloom  of  morn 46 

Thee,  Jehovah,  will  I  praise 278 

Thee  will  I  love 246 

The  gems  of  earth  are  still  within 94 

The  glory  of  God 252 

The  Master  is  come,  and  calleth 133 

The  night-shades  have  begun  their  flight 17 

The}'  hear  His  voice 89 

This  is  the  day  of  toil 95 

Thou  know'st  my  longings 186 

Thou  must  deny  thyself 128 

Through  good  report  and  evil,  Lord 97 

Thy  light  is  come 27 

Thy  thoughts  are  here,  my  God 140 

'Tis  a  sharp  rugged  hill 42 

To  Him  who  formed  the  heaven  of  heavens 62 

To  Him  who  spread  the  skies 173 

To  Jehovah,  God  of  might 122 

To  Thee,  Jehovah,  do  I  lift 267 

To  Thee,  Jehovah,  will  I  cry 275 

To  Thee,  to  Thee  alone 178 

To  the  name  of  God  on  high Ill 

Trustingly,  trustingly 76 

'Twas  spring,  six  thousand  years  ago 44 

Two  curses ;  one  of  Adam 53 

Unto  the  eternal  hills 308 

Upward  where  the  stars  are  burning 54 

"We  leave  now  behind  us 137 

We  take  the  peace  which  He  hath  won 147 

When  Jehovah  turned  again 311 

When  the  leaves  of  life  are  falling 99 

When  the  weary,  seeking  rest 91 


324  INDEX. 

PAGE 

Who,  0  Jehovah,  shall  abide 239 

"  Who  touched  Me  V  "  dost  Thou  ask 187 

Why,  0  Jehovah,  dost  Thou  stand  afar 231 

Win'  rage  the  Gentiles 214 

Within  his  heart  the  fool 238 

Words  then  there  are  in  that  high  sphere 156 

Zion,  awake 24 


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